Insomnia + No Job + obscure thoughts = Garbage blog entry

*Beep*Boop*Bop* HELLO ROBOT FRIENDS!
Merely documenting the time folks....4:20am.  I've spent the better part of 6 hours just fine tuning this here site to my meticulous design standards...which, surprisingly, are extremely detailed and picky.  Who knew?  I guess this "not having a job" thing is really throwing my schedule off, but for the last 2 years I'd say I've been more than "out of whack" when it came to my natural sleep rhythm.  See, I'm naturally a late to bed, late to rise sort of creature, but having a "regular job" with "regular hours" makes life extra special for people like me.  I eventually taught myself to go to bed early, but it didn't matter, I still woke up at 7:30am feeling like I was hit by a semi, scanning my perpetual list of "get out of work" excuses and looking like this.

WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?

"We're here for the MS 150!"

It was very rare when I did miss work, ALMOST always for a valid reason too.  The weekend would come and I would be up until the wee hours of the morning and then BAM! it's back to work fool.

Welp, not anymore, not for a while at least! I'm hoping that something inside of me changes as my natural rhythm, or as they say in the big book of the internet circadian rhythm, allows for an early to bed, early to rise scenario.  I know from experience that biking at night and ESPECIALLY setting up camp at night, is NOT what I want to be doing.  If we bike at night we have to wear headlamps and have every conceivable stitch of clothing be reflective, fluorescent and blinking like a goddamn rave and while that seems like fun, what you end up with is a ridiculous outfit and potentially a bat in the face.  

Turn on's: Dive bombing.  Turn off's: Non-rabid creatures of the day

By bat I mean the small, fuzzy, winged mammal, not the Louisville Slugger variety (although that amount of flash and razzle dazzle could incite some rage, I digress).  I know this whole bat-in-the-face deal because it happened to me, well nearly happened, on our first overnight ride to Stillwater.  We took off a little late due to the fact that it was a Friday night after I got off work and despite REALLY wanting to do the ride I needed some time to decompress after work, ya know, kick off the socks, walk around with my pants off for a few hours and then lackadaisically throw my gear together after several joyful, pant-less hours.  So fast forward to me and Lani biking down the gateway trail from Minneapolis to Stillwater, MN in the pitch dark blackness of night in rural MN.  Thankfully I had procured my headlamp as a birthday present from my step-dad, Paul, a few weeks earlier, otherwise we would have been ass over tea kettle. 

Your headlamp is backwards asshole

 Our bike lights, despite our best efforts to get the best, just wouldn't cut through the dense blackness of the moonless night.  A few clicks later and we are lighting up the path ahead a good 20 to 30 feet, money...so money. BUT with great light comes great risk...and out of NOWHERE a bat dive bombs at my head like a fucking Kamikaze pilot.  I'm not saying it was my most graceful evasive maneuvering, but the bat didn't hit my head and for the rest of the ride all I could say was "DID YOU SEE HOW CLOSE THAT FUCKER GOT?! DID YOU?!" Even now I can't believe I didn't pull a Fabio and get destroyed by that bat. 


In case you don't know what Fabio reference I'm talking about:





Anyways...this has almost nothing to do with the pending bike trip and a lot to do with not sleeping, little food in take, and WAY too much time on my hands.


Gonna go shove a dart gun full of tranquilizer in my neck, see you in roughly 36 to 72 hours.


-Maggie