May 9, 2012
I’m a little upset this morning. I’m just going to get this out there:
I sat on the toilet seat, and it broke.
Okay, it feels good to get that off my, er, chest.
I was just sitting there, minding my own business. I shifted a bit. And a crack like the sound of doom reverberated throughout the bathroom the way only sounds in a bathroom can. It was like a sonic boom.
Look, Strava doesn’t lie. I’ve been riding this year at roughly 5 times the quantity I was last year.
The scale doesn’t lie. I can now button the top button on my pants.
I will now buy a microwave large enough to fit me.