Didn’t end up going for the bike ride yesterday because the tiler ended up sticking around until almost midday. By the time he’d left I would only have had a few measly hours to get there, cycle around, and get back.
Not worth it, I decided. I said to Matt “It’s not worth it, I’ve decided,” and we rescheduled for today.
Instead I bought myself a (really good) Budgies Pizza, and fell asleep watching Moses Jones on iView. It’s not that it’s a terribly slow and somewhat clichéd British cop minority drama; I was just tired, I swear. In its defence, the show it had fantastic music, but I don’t think I’m going to continue watching it.
I woke up at six o’clock because the blind was flapping ferociously in the gale coming through the open window. Whoever draws the blinds when the windows are open I don’t know, but ignoring it was unsuccessful and I couldn’t get back to sleep. That is, until I got up and opened the blind the entire way and choked off the bit that was making all the noise.
I woke up properly at half past eight, which was probably after about ten hours of interrupted sleep (I also woke up grudgingly at midnight when the wankers from the share house up the road took a shout-propelled voyage to the park across from my bedroom.) I have been needing a decent night’s sleep for the better part of two weeks, having subsisted on six hours a night for as long as I can remember. Ten is probably no the upper edge of a bit much, but I woke up refreshed and though I still feel tired, I don’t feel like I want to crawl underneath my bed (a feat in itself since it’s only a mattress) and never wake up again.
Mat went to a party last night and probably got six kinds of drunk and will probably have a hangover today and not want to cycle anywhere. There’s only one previous incident required to set this precedent, so I’ve got a backup plan just in case, and that backup plan involves me going to Lake Samsonvale all by myself. This is partially to do with my top secret project (which I think I’ve also actually written about on my blog before, but I revoke everything I said and reinstate top secret status because it makes me feel good to have a top secret project even if everyone knows about it.)
It’s going to be a pretty damn tough ride and I’m not sure if I’m really up for it, but I’m going to give it a shot anyway and I’ve planned so the hardest part is in the first six or seven kilometres. This way I’ll be fresh and shiny from sweat and tears. It’s going to be a blast.
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