What can I say, nothing, because I'm still sleeping. Leave me alone.
Four hours later I am woken by unknown electrons firing in my brain. They are unknown because I can't see them and didn't study neurology - you know the kind.
My girlfriend, who is known as Little Big Pierogi on account of her having a big toe the size of a small pierogi, which, if you think about it, is perfectly average, is making coffee (my girlfriend, not her big toe, though I suppose her toe is helping her walk to the coffee pot so I suppose her big toe is making coffee).
We were on George Street last night. If you've never been there, George Street has the highest density of bars per capita of any neighborhood in Canada - exactly one bar per person. There are 23 permanent residents in the area - you do the math.
We hopped on our bikes - the kind with peddles, and continued our trip from Greenland to Calgary. We started our trip in April of the year prior and mostly drifted on pack ice. It was an uneventful first leg of the trip. Our legs were cold.
Some time later we arrived at the end of the first chapter.
To be continued?
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