Today, I biked to downtown SB before the sun came up, did a hundred mile bike race, (must’ve looked like a Trek ad cruising that mountain ridge and hauling ass on the new bike), had a victory beer & burrito, took a nap, got woken up by my neighbor to go roll a number and burn one on the beach, watched a sweet documentary about Honey Badgers, and now I’m having nachos and good beer, which I’m pretty sure is like chemically hardwired in my brain to remind me of good memories of childhood. I have a thing for run-on sentences, but I guess what I’m trying to say is I fucking love California.
pickup line: hey girl do you want to make a fragile human connection in the vast and unfeeling infinity of a chaotic universe
I might try this one. Seriously. It’s been a fucking crazy week. Still getting over a clean but difficult breakup, trying to cope with my roommate having his 2nd brain hemorrhage and surgery, and somehow managing to crank out some science for this conference next week. Been doing a lot of bike riding, because it’s working a whole lot better than the alcohol ever did. It’s nice to know that a bunch of really cool random strangers on the internet have my back no matter what.