depression hangover

no not booze... from the sucker punch the weather gave us...

lets see - it just cost me a loaded cyclocross bike... or a little more than two Fuji Cross Comps. Sucks don'tit... and that's just the increase from Saturday to Monday...

i really shouldn't think about it in terms of bike parts or in reality complete bikes... the basement fix would get me a completely loaded custom upon custom IF.

well maybe in 10 years i'll beable to look back and think damn that was hectic but worth it...

the biggest hangover is that just as i'm starting to relax and fall asleep my wife starts talking about it all... 'course we hadn't really discussed it much while the girls were awake, but at that point it put me on major edge... i was completely wrecked. couldn't fall asleep, slept like total crap and the littlest didn't make it any easier.

So... flush one good ride away with the lost sleep... sure one night of screwed up sleep won't erase the muscle development, but it ain't helping anything.

Tickin through a few of Solobreaks comments has been a nice distraction this morning but i've had my hands full till now/lunch. And, yeah, too much time in front of the computer.

that and one thing - beaufortian to mention - walking back from the bus stop with one of the mother's there she said "what did they do 30 years ago?" regarding the weather? Now maybe we should go back 130 years. But it was very much a descriptive lifestyle.

No wonder the poets and writers and language in general ain't what it used to be. People were forced into written/spoken description. How did people survive without the weather channel, without knowing to the tenth how cold it was or how cold it was going to be later on.

power meter again, i'd love to have one - i'll admit - i'd love to borrow one, but i've watched it, as others have noted, totally f*ck with people's riding. it ain't a job for me, riding never was. fixin em? organizing the team? that was a job, but riding wasn't. Maybe if i took it as seriously as a job i might ahve better results, but i might also have burnt out like many folks i know and hear about. I don't wanna burn out - i enjoy riding too much.

I dug out a few CDs from the 'hard to get' location at the apartment. The 50+ or so sitting out are getting old. I popped question the answers into the cd player (mighty mighty bostones) and damn that brought back memories, it also elicited not so favorable reaction from my wife... she didn't like it too much... so i switched it out for abit of Little Feat, waiting for columbus. And i will say, if i could only have one CD, i'd put Willin on there. I love that arrangement and that melody... Lowell George really was a freaking genius. I found one of my Pixies Albums, but that'll wait maybe till tomorrow...

music, really is important... i've gotten back into listening to BBC 1 here at work, and didn't realize how much i like hearing the 'football' reports - even if i can't name more than a few teams in the EPL or almost any of the players - its still entertaining to hear which boss is hiring who and who's going where and all that stuff...

Its also funny that Natasha Beddingfield hit the british airways big almost a year before she made the charts here in the USA... yeah - i listen to a freaking eclectic range of music... criteria: in tune. gotta play in tune... unlike that Gaelic Storm group's first album... wretched, and people loved it cause of the titanic... freaking crazy...

okay - time to restore blood sugar and caffine levels in this emotionally wrecked shell i'm flatoing around in today