Today I raced for the first time in 3 weeks. My head hurt toward the end and I sat up but it's ok because I still made $300 and a new pair of Pearl Izumi shorts. I lost my motivation in the men's race, I needed to see 5 laps to go in order to pull something out of my wattage cottage, also known as ass, but the lap cards, they weren't coming, the lap cards, where were they? Then I sat up and: LAP CARDS. My life needs lap cards. I shouldn't have given up. I was sitting in about middle of the field when I quit. Why'd I do it? I didn't care anymore, apathy... ugly.

Tonight I lost a nice speaker that I just bought for my computer. How does anyone lose a speaker? Tonight I also window shopped at Highland Park Village, the oldest shopping mall in the country. I decided if I were to buy a gun, I'd get a Beretta. Instead, I got a Beretta baseball cap. I also lust for a Chanel suit in much the same way people lust for dirty affairs. I decided my next hair cut will be a short black bob with heavy bangs. But first I need a long neck like a gazelle. I also want Chanel shoes and a gaudy Chanel chain with Chanel coins and pearls clanging all over my chest. Chanel, Chanel, Chanel.

When I'm done bike racing I think I'm going to turn into a long distance runner and grow freakishly thin. I'd like to try it. I'd like to be emaciated at least for a year or two before I get too old and it doesn't matter anymore if you're fat or skinny. I'm also going to start writing more, I will. I love to write because it's one of the only things I can do while being completely alone with myself and I love it because it makes every bone in my body pop. I'll be taking classes full time at Midwestern next year to finish the next degree in Radiology so I don't think I'll have much time to write as much as I hope. I've also committed to the cycling program at MSU on top of 15 hours. Look, anything to not have to take mobile x-rays anymore. The money is unbelievable but I can no longer endure the call. I spend all my money because I am bored. I need to live for something I am passionate about. So, I'm going to live small again. The ways of the small. Less is more and no, that doesn't pair well with Chanel but I think expensive clothes look best in my imagination anyway.

I've got nothing tonight except the lingerings of a concussion and a really sore shoulder that is missing its skin. I have a heavy heart and am sad that Gato, Ross' family cat, was pronounced dead today. Devastating. Our cat Leopold is getting really sick from drinking dirty water.

Today I remembered a favorite teacher of mine from high school. He used to say that giving flowers was nothing more than giving someone plant privates and that every time we smell a flower, we are pushing our noses into a little plant's genitalia.

I'm going to read my book now. Lunar Park is aces, gold, diamonds, and plant privates. I can not get enough of Bret Easton Ellis. Who am I going to bathe my mind with after he's all finished? Who? ...WHO???

I can't stop thinking about a line in The Gambler by Kenny Rogers. "And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep." This has been resonating with me all day today. Can't shake it.