Dear Sunday
I hate Sundays. I always feel pensive and melancholic and generally disconnected from the world. I wish I were in a place like London or New York where I could hop on some public transportation and go walk around somewhere, immersing myself in people and being anonymous. That's one of the things I realized when I was in London - iPods are much better for urban environments like that, where you can make your own soundtrack to a perambulatory first person documentary.
I plan on going back soon enough. Once I make a decision, I like to act quickly, which can be frustrating at times. Like now. :)
I went to the Montrose Block Party, née the Westheimer Street Fest, yesterday with some friends. The "festival" kinda sucked, but the company was great. It is slightly depressing to hear people talk about shared experiences and work in passionate terms. It seems like I haven't done that in forever. I've been my own team for the last six or seven years.
I'm nervous about next weekend's ride. My legs are tired from riding every day since Thursday, and while I'm pumping out some good speed, it's the endurance that I'm worried about.
Oh well. While I'm in a Sunday mood, there's a few "fuck you"s I'd like to throw out to people in general. Self centered people, go fuck yourselves. This includes people who regularly flake on stuff. Part of it's my fault for not cutting people off, but maybe I will start doing that.
I need to snap out of this. And cut some people out of my life, but all in due time. :)
