and triptobleeblaahwhateverotran, I still ride safer and faster than most of the cyclists I passed on Uxbridge Rd. tonight. They all paled in comparison to the cock smoker I had to dodge this morning. This dipsh1t was lane splitting.. but he was lane-splitting going the wrong way! Against the three or four lanes of traffic. I only just squeezed between the wrong-way-riding arsehole and the hatchback in the next lane. If I wasn’t so concerned with my own safety I’d have knocked the stupid fsck to the ground. Mind you, he’d probably have been run over and I’d be prosecuted for manslaughter or something. *Sigh*
Work was fun today. Another migraine hit this morning, right after I took the first codeine+paracetamol tablet. I had to go upstairs to access a non-firewalled machine and that trip nearly killed me. I had to leave Dan to access the machine while I ran to the toilet and held in the vomit. My head was pounding so bad that I wondered if I should just forego getting some fresh air and throw myself out the window. Lucky for my fans the window was too small. 🙁
I took one of those funky tablets, the sumitriptan and felt a bit better. Then more codeine and I was feeling tired and a bit ill. I skipped lunch and slept in a spare room for two hours. Returned to my desk I slowly got better through the day, to the point where I actually reasoned that riding home would be more pleasant than catching the tube. When I’m not well, the last place I want to be is a noisy, hot, crowded train – a train passing through stations totally devoid of spew receptacles a.k.a bins. Yeah, thanks to some terrorist fscks, I can’t even get on the tube for fear of having to chunder all over the platform. Okay, so it’s never stopped me before :S 😉 I just felt up to the ride and it did turn out to be more pleasant.
Scoffed a funky vegetarian “Easter Egg” sandwich as soon as I got near Tesco, having skipped lunch to sleep. I love Tesco.
I can’t believe that the single largest consumer of chocolate on Earth (me) is now scared to eat the stuff for fear of triggering another brain implosion. Maybe it’s a diet blessing in disguise? 🙂
I also can’t believe that I’m going to sit out Friday night drinks and two pub crawls.. kill me!
Another saddle arrived. This one is a Selle Italia ProLink (carbon/ti rails) Trans Am (split in the middle). I always wanted to try one of these “vent hole” saddles and I figured because it’s going on my nearly dead GT.. I should go for the fanciest, most wanky piece of saddle engineering I could find! 😀
Dude!
Not good.
I think the sleep is one of your better ideas! Keep that up during nights and some weekends and you may find it really helps. How about a naturopath?? Hope something works real soon, lol.
You’re telling me man.. jeezooz!! :S 🙁
Naturopath? I think I’d be better off with a psychopath.
I’m still researching..
Might have something to do with your physical body – a trip to the physio or chiro might be worthwhile? Pick one who is either:
a) Interesting and chatty, OR
b) Female and hot.
That way, you won’t feel as bad if it doesn’t yield any light.
But remember, an open door leading to nowhere is better than a closed door of unknowingness. That you may or may not have to walk down at some stage. a wise man said that once. Then, after the first time he said it, he died cause the door salesman shot him. Hence, he only said it once.