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I feel slightly marooned out here in the big city. I spent a lot of time out here, when I lived in Katy. Back then it was always for the day, or maybe, at most, for the weekend. But it was always temporary, and I had my cushy bedroom to look forward to, and a girlfriend just down the street. Now I feel like I'm stuck in a slumber party I can't get out of. I have all my stuff here, but it just doesn't feel the same. I never felt at home in Katy, but I'm not even very comfortable out here. Yet. I guess this is just an adjustment period. I'm also freakishly worn out. Everywhere I go is a long bike ride away, and I've had to go a lot of places. I worked thirty two hours this week in four days. It was pretty manageable, but I had to wake up and FourAM to get there on time. That sucked. I'm spending the weekend with my girlfriend, so maybe that will perk me up.
Just a minute ago, I was wondering, where the fuck is my new bike? And then I got an email saying they are "out of white, is silver okay?" and I said, "damn. Thats fine." But I guess that means I won't see my bike until next weekend. I could wait to see it if I wasn't afraid my current bike is going to snap in half the next time I ride it, which I am.
Just a minute ago, I was wondering, where the fuck is my new bike? And then I got an email saying they are "out of white, is silver okay?" and I said, "damn. Thats fine." But I guess that means I won't see my bike until next weekend. I could wait to see it if I wasn't afraid my current bike is going to snap in half the next time I ride it, which I am.