Today, I biked from the train station to my apartment. Nothing special, that -- I do that every week! -- but, this time, I had to carry a heavy burden: my backpack.

I didn't calculate how heavy it was, but wow was it heavy! I'm genuinely impressed at how heavy that backpack was. It was filled to the brim, admittedly, with rice and tuna, as well as some more food, some clothes, water, and other stuff. However, it was painfully heavy. It was genuinely hard to keep my back even remotely straight.

Also, the weather is horrible. It wasn't raining, thankfully, but the wind did viciously attempt to push me back to the station. I fought it, foot to pedal, and won, of course -- Zephyr is a weakling! Compared to me, that is.

I'm excited for life.

I wore my black pants, today.