memo from the author

life has had some pretty significant downs lately. though I try to "like, pretend" that everything is swell (very special quote here from a sweet bud of mine), the night still has its way of creeping back in there at the end of each day; and with night fall comes pouring down what feels like all the pain in the world. sorry if I am being dramatic, but if you know anything about me at all, well, you also know that I have essentially never outgrown this characteristic, nor have I had a life that has allowed for this outgrowth to take place. but truth be told, I like to think that there is something relatively romantic about being dramatic. either way, it is simply far past what should be my bed time, and I have indulged in too many late night snacks. on another note, I have started using my bike again; biking in the plateau really lifts my spirits (I do not care if you think this is cliche). also, I have finished my last psychology paper ever as an undergrad tonight, just sayin.

goodnight.

because I currently have no actual pic of my bike. 

this is essentially what it looks like, plus a basket and bell.

again, do not care.