There's Nothing In The World That Can Change My Mind

New bike=sore back, sore fingers, sore ass
I've got to replace the plank of a seat, the stock levers and I think I should get a kidney belt and see if that helps my back until the physio starts to work.
I also have to get new tires.
I'm starting to think I should moonlight as a high-priced escort or exotic dancer just to pay for my bike habit.
Mike... hmm... so, I wrote him off, wrote him back in, and then wrote him off again in the span of 48 hours. The best that can be said is that guys do exactly what I expect them to. The joy of lowered expectations.
I feel like I need an overdose of sugar. Or alcohol. Or something mind-numbing. I figured blogging would do the trick but it's not.

Going for the sugar before I lose my mind.