I didn’t ride to work.

I had nightmares all last night, and D said I woke him up screaming “I hate you!” in the middle of the night. My weeks is not starting off as smoothly as I’d hoped.

The glasses thing really bugs the shit out of me. I can’t see. I’m going to get a headache.

I didn’t ride because I didn’t sleep, and I got all freaked out about not knowing the route. What happened to being fierce? I’m a badass bitch…who seems to have some overpowering fear of getting lost. Le sigh. I need to find my fearlessness. Honestly, I don’t know what I’m afraid of. But today I’m going to track the ride home in the car so I can figure out where the bike trail ends. They are laying a new Max line, and the construciton ate the part of the bike trail that ran RIGHT behind my job. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day.

And I just got a papercut. Freaking great.

Now, I’m bleeding all over my paperwork and I don’t have any pirate band-aids handy.

Fuck this…I’m gonna drink my coffee and try to breathe. This funk will not last. It’s only fucking MONDAY!

/end tantrum