tyler had to take the minivan to houston today for an entomological internship kind of thing at the museum of history. so i decided to ride my bike to work. all was going fine until my bag slipped off my shoulder, down my arm, and directly into the spokes of my front tire. i can only assume i flew over the handlebars, because the next thing i remember is sitting in the back of a kind couples car, trying to remember where i lived and not able to tell them why i was on my bike or where i was going.

i ended up being two hours late to work, and i now have a huge scrape on my face, in addition to a wicked black eye. i'm probably lucky to be alive.

sigh. i crash everything.