Today, The Boy and I have been married for six years! Totally crazy.This is one of the hardest times in my life ever. But The Boy still loves me.
Today I:
Woke up at home in the Slope and collected lots of hugs.
Overslept (the alarm didn't go off) and took the late bus in.
Ran for the bus, because the f*king F stands for f*king slow. Luckily it stopped for me, because the bus people like money enough to delay the ride.
Had a totally unproductive day at work.
Raced to the bike place after work, thinking I would replace my bike with a totally reasonable and beautiful model that I test-drove earlier. That bike is sold out everywhere forever.
Took a spill on my bike on the way there. (All I did was scrape up my hands, luckily).
Had to deal with a homeless man standing above me saying, "You know, you gotta take it easy!" Um, I guess so.
Got a flat tire. Unrelated to the spill.
I'm still up and it's late. And I'm not tired, but am totally unable to work.
I have to get up early on account of not being able to just zip over on the bike.
All in all, I guess things could be worse.