Why don't you just run straight over me?

[Rachel]

Cycling in Cologne during rush hour on Friday afternoon surely brings out the worst in me. After I returned home from my errands I was ready for murder, despite my formerly happy mood. This might have to do with the fact that I was almost decapitated by the monstrous side mirror of a tourist bus while I was already cycling (illegally, I might add) on the fucking sidewalk!!! I swear I could feel the draft of that mirror in my hair while that huge bus rushed by with ludicrous speed. I don't want to think what would have happened had I actually been in the road.
Other than that: all well. Leaving for Leeds tomorrow, looking forward to Yorkshire scenery, my host Laura and her parents, and British Sea Power on Monday.
Checking my pms and e-mails with no real expectations but with enthusiastic anticipation nevertheless.