A brutal, drunken, bike ride home last night around 2 a.m. My wheel fucked itself and it rode against my frame the entire, mostly uphill, ride home. You know that episode of the The Simpsons where Bart has to help Prinicple Skinner out with the telescope at 4 a.m.? Bart has the generator attached to his bike so as to power a light attached to the front. The generator creates so much drag that lil ol' Bart has a helluva time getting to where he's going.
Glad to see that my evil google entry has fallen away into the ether, and the new, happier, less pompous version lights up near the top of the google search. It may be too late. Some wiley scenester may be plotting the destruction of my popularity as we speak.
I have the day off today. It's a day off where I have to spend time and money fixing my bike which I need for work. I get Wednesdays and Sundays off, which makes me sort of always at work, as I don't get that extra buffer day where I can feel like myself for 24 hours before plodding back to my idiot smile and incongruous feelings towards salesmen.
Posted by matty-b at August 24, 2005 2:00 PM