drunk bike, snoring cat - 2008-07-06 2:35 a.m.

one of my favorite things to do when i'm riding home late at night is take my hands off the handlebars, close my eyes, and stop pedaling.

coasting so slowly i can feel centrifugal force on the verge of losing it's influence, i try to remain completely motionless atop my bicycle.

we don't speak. (mostly cause bikes don't talk and i'm not crazy.)
i concentrate as hard as i can on the sound of the wind shifting through the canopy of leaves overhead, and my bike busies itself doing a pretty decent impression of the reeling drunk italian guy we just passed; not quite a straight line but keepin' it together brah.
i open my eyes a crack just to make sure i'm still going in (mostly) the right direction. satisfied with what i see, i squeeze them shut again.
it's so rarely this quiet in the middle of the city, so i do my best not to fuck it up by bouncing off a parked car or anything else potentially noisy/painful.

it's not that exciting i guess. other than a few speedbumps, it's a very shallow downhill all the way home, and other than the drunk guy, there's nobody else out.

my house is dark and still when i finally reach it, and the inside smells like delicious curry. i live with good cooks.

reassuringly, my cat is still sleeping in the same spot she was when i left 6 hours ago, snoring on her back with the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth.
weird, but cute. good work, cat.

i guess i'm back.

i don't really have anything interesting to write about, but i feel like doing it anyways.

too much has happened in the last couple years to accuratly summarize, so i won't bother trying.

i don't know if anyone is going to read this.. but if you are, hey.