Two completely unrelated people on my Google contacts list have a variant of "SPAAARTA!" for their status message. This means something. Where are we dining tonight?
Had a very detailed non-weird dream about bicycles; people riding them, people getting in my way while I was trying to ride my bike, getting fed up because my bike's pedals were in a stupid location that made it hard to work them, and going into a dusty, run-down, used bike shop and chatting with the old man who ran it while he went through his stock looking for a replacement bike for me. He even explained the trade-in policy; it was pretty much a bike for a bike, minus fees which came to about $8. A wacky hippy old lady came in with a bike like a motor-scooter made of wicker, with its own portable twig fence, and we admired it. She wasn't trading in, though, she just came by to chat.
I haven't ridden or owned a bike in over ten years, and in fact I don't have much of anything to do with them, ever. I don't even think about them. But this was pretty bike-intensive and I woke up wanting one. Anyone care to interpret?
And my hip hurts. I don't know if the two are connected somehow.