Wow.

So I bought a new bike. He's a hybrid that's road-bikey enough to go fast on pavement with little effort and be lightweight enough to transport, but mountain-bikey enough to make me happy. His frame is nice and beefy, too, which is what caused me to name him Thor.

Which means I have been biking to work. At three miles one way with only two hills, it's not that bad of a trip. Takes about twenty minutes. The only thing I really have to complain about after 12 miles in two days is how fucking saddle-sore I am.

I've had sunburns so bad I couldn't wear bras, and allergic reactions to fabric softener so bad I couldn't wear shirts, but I have never-- and considering some of my stranger antics, this is genuinely saying something-- never had a bruise so bad I couldn't wear underwear. Thor appears to be a tough lover, and anyone who makes a joke about his hammer will be sacked (a phrase I have chosen purely for Brandon's benefit.)