Klokka er fire og jeg får ikke sov. What’s more, it’s the middle of the school week and I have a full day tomorrow. I really brought it upon myself this time. Maybe my new year’s resolution should be to learn some self control. (And in regards to that, I must make one soon.)

So today (or yesterday, rather) I went into the shed to fetch my bike, when I discovered–to my surprise and absolute horror–that it was missing. Again. Now, to lose something you own might not be so bad, but to lose something loaned to you equals a whole lotta panic and guilt. Not to mention the fact that I lost it once already.
Now, how do you lose a bike, you ask? You forget to ride it home, I answer. So long story short, I asked Pappa to drive me down to the school ’cause that was where I left it before, but I figured chances were slim ’cause I haven’t even thought of riding a bike since mid-December. But when we turned the corner, lo and behold! There it was, laying on the ground next to the rack where it’s probably lain for the past three weeks.
So, the point of this story is: if you ever see a bike at school after hours, please call me because I probably forgot to ride it home again.

And while we’re on the topic of bikes, a man who tried to stimulate sex with a bike was put on probation. Not that I’m interested in duplicating his crime, but how the hell do you have sex with a bike?!