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Rolling Along


Orange Trees, originally uploaded by Sabine Dukes.

 

I’m at work now.

Oh wow.

You know how, when you first start getting drunk, and you are just sitting there with friends at some table laughing and being silly and you don’t really know how drunk you are until you try to go to the bathroom?

And then, when you are in the bathroom, you kind of take a couple of steadying breaths and go, ””oh…whew….I’m feeling a little…tipsy” And you try to sober yourself a little by shaking your head and focusing?

Well going to work today has been sort of like that. I really didn’t know how hurt or concussed I was until I tried to do normal things.

Things like looking at Outlook appointments and checking voicemail require chess-like skillz. I opened a spreadsheet and closed it right up again because it gave me a eyeache.

And now I am sitting in front of my emails in a bit of a stupor and I can’t focus or concentrate on more than one sentence.

Facebook status updates is about all I can handle right now. One simple sentence at a time on a little roll thingie.

Sabine is starting at her computer screen
Sabine is hungry for chocolate cake
Fox Racing is a big building
Sabine’s Boss is not here today
Morgan Hill is windy
Sabine has already forgotten what she was going to write in this blog

Good thing its free burrito at Chipotle day.

July 22nd, 2008 / 15 Comments » / by sabine

Lunchtime


Approaching, originally uploaded by Sabine Dukes.

For some reason this photo makes me hungry. Maybe because it reminds me of a jolly rancher candy.

But there is no time to sit back and enjoy a long lunch hour. No instead, I rush to the bathroom to change, rush to the car, pull out my bike, throw on my shoes, roll off to ride, forget my gloves, roll back to the car, grab the gloves and the cell phone just in case, then roll off again. Then figure out where I want to ride, then change my mind about 8 times, then ride, then ride some more, then realize I am late, then frantically pedal back to work, then throw the bike in the car, run to the bathroom, wash the stinky parts (french bath), fluff my helmet hair, walk through the hallway as if I have been there all afternoon, throw something in the microwave and sit back down to work.

Wouldn’t have it any other way.

March 13th, 2008 / 7 Comments » / by sabine