Smog-related dying.

My first smog alert! Hurrah. And-and: I got to cycle downtown, in the middle of the TTC strike, and in 30-odd degrees of exhast, human and otherwise.

While it was probably the most fun I've had so far biking*, I feel sick.

I can't even post intelligently, nor can I sleep. In fact, I'm sitting out on my porch "working," though we all know that means, "reading blogs and craigslist."

Tomorrow: adventures in decision-making! Should I go home in September?

Stay tuned for more indecision, more whining, and -- be absolutely sure of this one -- more smog!

* if you want my rant on cycling vs. biking, well, bleh. I've given it so many times it's started to lose meaning, as has all telephone conversation. "Hi, (insert paper name here)! I'm Tessa, S-R-C for C-U-P, and I just wanted to make sure you're having a fantastic summer!" Like, rad.

** does this tire look remarkably like a heart, or are you just happy to see me? Or is it 2:30 a.m.? ). Or (dare to dream): is it all three?!