pedalling as fast as I can

I'm testing Tim's LJ client. We'll see how this works.

 

I HAVE A BICYCLE! Brand spankin' new, and sitting in my livingroom. (One of the cool things about living with a squat punk. He won't freak out if he comes home and finds things parked in the living room. Human or otherwise.)

 

Come to think of it, that could be useful if I ever get a motorcycle again.

 

Anyway. I haven't ridden since I was about 8 years old, so getting it home was -- interesting. Wow, does Toronto ever need to do some resurfacing on the streets around here.

 

As a result of going to the gym not once, but twice this week, I am back at my normal level of piss and bile. Crisis averted. For at least as long as I keep pushing myself, that is. I have a nasty tendancy to think, "Oh, it'll be OK" until I have no choice but to take care of myself.

 

Um. Come to think of it, I do that with everything.

 

Test completed. Now I have to go and help The Bezerker haul his motorcycle across the railroad tracks.