I am ready for biking to start getting easier rather than harder. Parts of my legs that I do not know the names of hurt. Maybe a weekend of not moving at all will help.
I am glad it’s Friday, so I can wear jeans to work, especially since these new jeans actually fit my newer, svelter self, but jeans aren’t great for biking.
Boloco’s coffee makes me want to wax rhapsodic about its finer points, which is surprising given they are a burrito place. Maybe I should have eaten breakfast before biking to work. Maybe their coffee just complements the flavor of black beans really well.
I use the phrase “wax rhapsodic” too much.
I should move to New York. I could do amazing things with a regular slot in a cabaret space. Particularly if staylorellis will team up with me. I talk about her a lot. If I wasn’t gay my friends would totally think I have a crush on her.
Why did I get coffee with breakfast? I have a coffee meeting at 10. I guess I’ll have tea at that meeting.
My morning commute thoughts aren’t really all that interesting. I’d better post them to Tumblr.