I smell like ass.

Just got in from Critical Mass. I had a crazy afternoon, and haven't been home since I left for school this morning. At least 30 miles on the bike today, over a third of them in the last hour. Plus high-octane chicken-dancing.

More tomorrow. I also started a rather long post this morning which I had to save as a draft and hope to get to soon. Right now I want to shower, have some chamomile, and curl up with a book in bed until I fall asleep.

You know what's ironic?

I first grew a beard two years or so ago, after Marta broke up with me, to serve as a physical barrier to meeting girls. (I shaved it when it just became too hirsute, and trapping food all over the place.)

Several girls have commented that it's nice and I should grow it again. The most recent of whom is Laura G., who posted a comment about it on the myspace photo of me on my old deck.

There's a Pilfers song called "Shit's All Up In the Air," but I really can't recall any of the lyrics. The title seems appropriate, though.