Birthdays get weirder as you get older. Weird in the sense that you never really feel as old as you are turning. It feels like I just got used to being 22, thinking 22 is a good age and the *Bam* welcome to 23. I think I will just refer to myself as being in my twenties.

So the work situation is, well, it seems stagnant. I talked with union representatives, with my boss and with her boss. I've told all I've had to tell, I said how I feel, how I think it's all wrong and what I think should be done. I wiped my hands clean of it all, there isn't anything else I can do to make them come to a resolution faster. Apparently I am supposed to be receiving an apology from one of my coworkers but I think a Coldplay concert happening in the living room is more likely.

I'm having Otesha flashbacks...it still doesn't really feel like I did it. Was I actually gone for 2 months, biking across this province, standing in front of hundreds of people acting as mother earth? I look at pictures to remind myself that yes, I was there. I want to bike more. I wish that I didn't have to work so that I could bike from one end of this country to the other. I already have balloons of ideas floating in my head for next year's adventure.