Okay. So I love Kubb.

This weekend was about as chock full as a weekend can get, really.
Went to the Black Bear for dinner and drinks with R on Friday night.  I had too much wine (whine?) which never happens, and was kind of balls cause I had to get up at 6am the next day for a 90k bike ride.
Oh, and I got my period which - as always - was a surprise.  So, mildly hungover, tired, and not feeling entirely wonderful I jump on my bike and we ride from here to Horseshoe Bay, loop Stanley Park twice, come back and ride out to Deep Cove, double back and ride up to the end of Lillooet Road.
So that took some time and I was really fucking hungry at the end.  I only flipped off one motorist.
Dozed for a little bit and then headed to Kits to join C and his family and friends for a picnic.  It was nice to meet his son and his friends, but it was the game of Kubb that we got started on that really hooked me.  Unfortunately we weren't able to stay very long once the game was started, but yeah: it was super fun and is possibly my new favourite thing.  As is picnicking.  Why don't people picnic more often?  I'm going to picnic like crazy this summer, and buy a Kubb set.  Hell, I'll even do it alone since (in two weeks) I have a year off.
Today Michael roused me from bed to show me the magical materialization of water that was surrounding my toilet that had somehow come out of the vent in my bathroom.
I mean, what the shit.  This is not what I want to wake up to and I don't deal with stuff like that very well.  I don't deal with anything very well, come to think of it.
Long story short, it seems like someone's toilet overflowed two floors above us and it's all being dealt with and so that's a better scenario that some of the other ones that were being bandied about today, like a broken seal on the toilet above me, yadda yadda.
To salvage the day, we decided to head downtown to catch "This Is the End" which is funny because I never smoke pot and I don't get stoner jokes.  Not all of the above is true.  And also I smoked on my balcony last night while I contemplated life.
I didn't come up with much.  And also I'm glad that my neighbours are either easy going, or so old that they think it's just a skunk being startled nearby.
Tomorrow promises to be exciting.  I kick off the day with phsyio, before taking my bike in for a tune up.  Then I get to grocery shop, clean, do recycling, cook and prep for the week and hopefully go for a run.  I scheduled a massage for 5pm because I gotta take advantage of my extended health plan while I have it.
I've been out of sorts the last few days and Michael's commented on it.
I don't know what it is.  Maybe I should try and be a better person like they were all trying to do in "This Is the End", except we all know I'm the Franco character.
Christ.  This whole post is disjointed and makes no sense and is, summarily, simply me rambling.
Oh no wait: it's not just this post.