I am recovering nicely from the onslaught of last week, thankfully with the help of my five day weekend. Unfortunately, lord knows I had a shitload of things to do during this five day weekend, not the least of which involved reading the entire "On Liberty" by John Stewart Mill and writing an ArtHum paper. If I can email a draft to my instructor in the next six hours, I will potentially get some feedback on it, which is exciting. I just may exercise that option to prevent myself from getting blindsided by her unfounded criticisms yet again.

I bought a bike on Saturday, to replace the ride I'm selling/prettymuch already have sold - my old faithful C'dale which was just too harsh of a ride for any serious racing. Unfortunately, the bike store seems to have lost my bike...when I called them for the shipping number, their computer was down and they said they'd call in about twenty minutes to let me know the tracking information for the rather hard to lose bike box. No problem. They called back and said they'd need a little more information to find the bike so I gave them a bunch of stuff like the model and what it was tricked out with, etc. Also, no problem. It's been an hour and a half later though and I haven't gotten a call back and I'm started to get a little worried. I called them a few minutes ago looking for the dude I spoke with on both occasions and he seems to have vanished into thin air, too. I'll be really peeved if anything happens because I spent a good long time deciding which bike i wanted and what to slap on it.
I went with an Orbea with full Ultegra and Shimano 550 wheels, Time pedals and a Fizik Arione saddle (probably the most exciting part of the whole purchase. Yes, I'm a dork that way.) I will defintiely have the status of my bike before 8:00pm which is when they close. Or so I tell myself. Argh.