Sooo, yeah. It's not dead yet, this blog-type thing of mine. Not sure what the future holds for it, because between Facebook and Pajiba and everything else, I'm running out of things to write about. But I figured I'd let folks in on a little fun... and not-fun... that I had this weekend.
Went camping! Camping's always fun! Nothing ever goes wrong, right? And for two days, that was true. Hiking, sleeping in tents, throwing rocks in the river, watching my friends fall in said river, etc., etc. Oh, and drinking. There was a good bit of drinking.
Made it through two and a half days without injury or falling in the river. Saturday, we're hiking down the streambed, jumping across rocks, navigating around fallen trees, stuff like that. It was quite lovely, having a great time, until... I duck my head under a tree branch and feel something hit my head. Followed by a buzzing. Then a white-hot stabbing pain in my ear. Then my hand. Then it gets worse. I yell and scream, slapping at myself, and stagger back.
Wasps. I hit my head on a goddamn motherfucking wasp's nest.
Got stung once on the ear, once on the right arm, and five times on the left arm. Yeah. Seven times total. No bad reaction, other than a few welts that went away within 24 hours, racing adrenaline, and a complete lack of dignity. Man, those fuckers hurt.
So, that's what I've been up to. You know, the usual.
Actually, there is something somewhat important. I'm doing a charity bike ride to support lung cancer research and awareness in October, and I need to raise some money for it. So if it's not too much trouble, click here and donate some, will ya? Or if you're a cheap bastard, then go to hell.
No, no, I didn't mean that.
Well, sort of.
Whatever. Click. Donate. Thank you.
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