Monday, June 08, 2009

This is not my week.

So: When I thought things couldn't get any worse. I got STUNG AGAIN. But this time I was minding my own business, toodling along on my bike, when WHAM! A something (with a stinger attached) runs into me. And was is on my hand, like last time, you ask? were I to be so lucky:

IT WAS ON MY EFFING NECK. Yes. ON MY NECK.

Did you see the pictures (below) of what happened to my hand?! Good god, I can't even begin to imagine what my neck will look like in 24 hours.

I'm really sorry for the bad language, usually I'm not like this. But you try riding 35 miles, wondering when your neck is going to swell up, cut off your air circulation and then cause you to fall off your bike and die... it has the effect of putting one in a rather sour mood.