lazarusisdead

What I found out today:

If one rides one's bicycle at twilight through a woody path, and one is going fast enough that one may be breathing heavily, specifically with one's mouth open, one is very likely to either swallow or inhale (or more likely both) an assortment of insects, some big, some little.

This one probably knew that from when he was a child, but he probably forgot about it.

What happened to me today:

This one still has his job, like it or not.

What I decided I want to do this summer while out swallowing bugs:

Go on a lengthy road vacation this summer into some of the western states in that behemoth to the south of this one's fair country, as well as the other western provinces in this one's beloved country. This one will cycle and hike and pee in the forest and get drunk and camp (in motels and hotels) and ride rollercoasters and pick up an American accent, or an Alberta accent and do a whole bunch of touristy things.

But it's much more likely that this one will have an anxiety attack and hide in his bedroom. It's just too stressful going on a vacation.

Sigh.