Help! My canoe is sinking!

Hollaz to all the peeps up on the plane!

Churro, I have come to join you on this journal, because as much as I love reading from you, I do not feel that you should have to be alone in posting. Thus, here I am.

So Saturday I didn't really have much going on, so I agreed to go canoing with DJ and Diego at Russian River. Sure, the canoe flipped over once, or twice, or thrice times, and yeah there was no current and therefore most of the travel was manpower, and of course since this was my first time going (since the trek down Anna's little river by her house) I wasn't as skilled as others, but sure enough, four hours after departure, we reached the endpoint.

Work has been eating me alive. I still love it, but for some reason, recently it's really started to kick into gear. I mean, within the past week, I've had my lab flood (totally not my fault, honestly), had a mercury spill, almost got blown off the pier and into the ocean while collecting oysters, extracted fur seal urine samples, and stayed at work late enough to see the iron gates close. If that isn't exciting as hell, then honestly, I don't know what is.

Alright my homies, as usual, I hope that you are all doing well and continue to do so. Copernicus says hi and that "alls y'alls bitches needs to swing by to shoot me a holla". His words, not mine. For reals yo.

-MeL