I'm sore, very sore.
Last Sunday, I fell off my bike (as noted in the previous post). Not wanting to break a newly-established pattern, Tuesday, I fell off my bike again. I got a few hundred feet out the front door, peddling full speed in the highest gear on my bike (i.e., going about as fast as possible), approaching a turn, when a bug (or similar-sized UFP (Unidentified Flying Particle)) found its way into my right eye. No problem, I'll just use the one good eye I have left and slow down, right? Wrong. At that point, something also got in my left eye, which left me without any way to see, thus leading me into the bushes and then into the sidewalk. Results: one-by-four inch scab on my elbow, a probably bruised tailbone, a swollen butt, and a sore back. It's been 5 days and I still have a hard time sitting in the same position for more than a 15-20 minutes at a time. Not a good sign.
One of my classes is essentially over for the semester, and I'm almost done putting another out of the way. I've got another week-and-a-half and this set of classes will be a thing of the past. After that, I'll have a week off before I start into my summer classes, which run in two sections of six weeks each. That's more within the grasp of my attention span. After this summer is over, I should only have 19 credits to go till graduation. Yippee, and stuff...
The weather here is seriously beginning to piss me off. Friday, it was sunny and in the lower 90s. Saturday, it was raining and in the lower 60s. Makes it sort of hard to figure what to wear and what to do. Thankfully, I'm stupid and stubborn and went for a bike ride on Saturday about 20 minutes after it got done raining, resulting in my being cold, wet, and dirty. Gotta do something to keep life interesting, I guess.
The weekend was quiet, as both Chris and Dan went home. A nice change that was welcomed by me. Plus, it gave me a chance to get reenergized before next weekend (and Shanna) gets here. Somebody shoot me. Please. Now.