Iterating on Light and Dark

While I can’t say I should be proud of this, there is an update to this whole “epic break FAIL” thing:

Aaron’s bike doesn’t actually work as intended, either. I feel better, as terrible as that sounds. Mostly because it means, as schadenfreude suggests, I feel as if not just my work was in vain slash for not.

Aaron was trying to fix his gears and stop them from slipping out of gear, he tore it apart, put in new gears, etc., and it’s still misbehaving.

Our bikes are broken, and they’re being assholes about it. Excellent.

Aaron and I reassembled our bikes.

His works fine.

Mine’s still suckin’ air from somewhere. EPIC FAIL, unfortunately - spending 3-5 days rebuilding a bike and still having it exhibit the exact same problems it had before.  Weird.

How anti-climactic, and frankly quite upsetting.  I had a lot of hope and excitement built up around this, and lo - it didn’t work.

I’ve got a few ideas left but honestly, this bike has officially pissed me off beyond recognition.  As Aaron put it, “I want to fist-fight your bike.  I would like to anthropomorphize it and punch it.”

Indeed.

We’re actually at the end of the break period now for my office.  I can tell because last night I basically had nothing but stress dreams.

Stress dreams are a forte of mine I do quite well.  They’re almost always about work, and almost always about something I can’t quite fix or didn’t quite get done.  My dreams last night were all stress dreams (one actually “followed” me through several interruptions of awakenness.

This one signaled what I knew was impending but hadn’t managed to think about:  today is Sunday, and it’s the day before I have to go to work again.  This is not a bad thing per se:  work is actually something I enjoy a lot.  Instead, it simply means that I’m going to be going back to my regular routine which I’ve somehow managed to have forgotten entirely (or so it seems).

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