So me and Jason have this little trash can by our bed (actually, it's just this tiny bin we got at Dollar Tree with a bunch of hearts stamped out of it, which we got for the cheesey effect), filled with used condoms and wrappers and random bedroom trash. And it started to smell like shrimp. WTF? It was really confusing us for a little while, until I spotted it and thought, hey, maybe that's what making that smell...

Speaking of smells, our house actually smelled really weird when I walked in today. I plan on walking around the house later and sniffing everything. It's just a little disconcerting.

The area just below my behind hurts. It hurts to sit. This is one of the dangers of riding on bicycle handlebars. Jason's bike usually has a towel on the handlebars for comfortable riding:

But we lost the bungee cord that holds it down. And we took a bike ride at 2:00am, and we went all around Santa Cruz and it didn't hurt so much at the time, but in the morning, I woke up and sat down on the toilet and it HURT. OMG. There are like faint bruises. Ouchies.

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