Short post, short ride.

I didn't ride home today. I called my dad to tell him to tell me to. He wouldn't. He asked why I needed to be told to. I told him I'd almost been hit yesterday by a left turn. I'm not scared, I'm just tired of being more anxious and wound-up after a ride than before. He agrees: rides should at least be emotion-neutral.

I left my bike at school and took MARTA home. I'll ride home tomorrow. I don't know how much more bike commuting I'll do, at least while school is stressful. I don't need to add to anxiety. I'll just ride on the weekends.

It's just not fun anymore. Atlanta, you're killing me.