I am fighting sleep. I should have went for a bike ride around 11 when I got the urge. Now it’s 2:30 in the morning and I’m just not that brave.
I’ve been looking up bicycle stuff nonstop since I got mine. Apparently I’ve accidentally gone and done something else that hipsters do. Ah well. Lance Armstrong isn’t very Hipster and I’ll remind myself of that as needed.
I am obsessed. I like being obsessed. Healthy vices. An older version of me would go outside and smoke right now, but I don’t even want to. I’ve gotten to the point where I realize how bad they are for you and I can’t even get through one without feeling like even the trees are judging me.