Feaverish

Man it is wet like Tibet out there today. When I got to work my shoes were bubbling forth is how saturated with water they were. Also, I got a flat tire for the third time in as many weeks. The upside is I’m a flat fixer extraordinaire now. Here’s me soaked to the bone holding tire levers in my teeth while patching and pumping furiously, crazed glint in my eye. I pump super suggestively, too; it cannot be helped.

In other news, the other day before work I was flossing and I must’ve cut my gums or something because I got a bunch of blood on my hands. I didn’t wash it off, though. I stared at it for awhile, ruminating on the fragility of life and how there’s really just a thin, stabbable bag of skin holding all those gallons (is that right? That can’t be right.) of blood in. After a few minutes I wiped the blood on the leg of my bike pants, because it made me look kind of tough.