past midnight on a summer work night

so it's 13 minutes to 1 and the moon is full fit to burstin'. it's a warm summer night, but since it's only 48 minutes into June now, there's a cool breeze to take the edge off things.

full moons and new moons are the only times i ever have insomnia. (not every one, thank god. just some.) i get this twitchy thing and this subliminal current of electricity, particularly in the trusty old noggin. just keeps me from sleeping till 2 or 3. usually i lie there all frustrated.

and i got the moon-fever tonight. so, i thought i'd spend a little time with my minions. hi, minions! (wave)

it's officially friday. i work saturday for a change (a one-day weekend) and now i have a plan. i love a plan. if it works for Hannibal, it works for me. in fact, i daresay i love it when a plan comes together. which this one will.

the plan, you ask? why, work. possibly up to an hour of overtime. i'll buy an easy dinner for later, but as soon as i hit home, i hop on the bicycle and ride hard and long. then come home, die, indulge with some wine and my meal (thinking steak & salad, no bread), and do it all again saturday. sunday, i sleep and be lazy.

i'm still biking. my body's all out of whack, and i need a chiro adjustment, which i'll have tuesday, but in the meantime i'm really not enjoying being active -- not like i would normally. my body's full of discomfort and lethargy. this breaking-in period's really rough on me, but it's still a 30 km return trip to work, and i've been forcing myself to do it at least once (usually twice) per week.

i just need to have my body functioning right again. which brings us to: my medical plan just kicked in 58 minutes ago! colour me joyous. i'm booking an adjustment next week and then weekly for 2-3 weeks. i hear they offer massage, too, so i'll look into that as well. stretching only goes so far.

when i'm better adjusted, i suspect writing will be more pleasant for me as well. right now, sitting here, i can tell you everywhere my body's a little bit out. wah. soon. still, i'll force my ass on a bike tomorrow. the upside is that i'm noticing that when i DO cycle hard, there's less impact on my body the next day, unlike a couple weeks ago when i wanted to die. everything wrong with me started 10 days ago and is just maintaining, not worsening, so this is actually good. ;)

and i had compliments on the skirt, by the way. plus, total fuckin' bonus points: riding on my scooter, zipping along at 60+ km/hr and the thrill of air whipping under the skirt, between the thighs. pity about the panties. still. nothing like a warm wind, y'know.

speaking of warm goodness and tingly feelings, i'm about to step into a hot shower before bed. then i fuck with myself by turning to nearly cold at the end, just before i hop under the sheets. brr! summer nights. love 'em.

be well and happy weekend, minions.

Music Ed. note: This post sponsored in part by -- Matt Ward's "4 Hours in Washington", a great insomnia anthem. Off his indie success, Transistor Radio. As live gigs go, Ward delivered one of my favourite small venue shows playing with a new for-tour-purposes backing band and doing this wicked-ass improv jamming bit intermittently. One of those shows that stands witness to how thick a skin drums must have. Punishingly good and worth sucking badly through work the next day. Five out of five pints for Matt, indeed.