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Ever have one of those days that's so shitty that you know you'd probably benefit from venting, but that require thinking about it, and you don't even want to do that?
Yeah.
On the upside, out of the ten hours I did today, and hour and a half of them were spent sitting around, mostly reading on my phone. Because of all kinds of clusterfucks that weren't my fault. Also when I was stuck at that bus stop on SW Barbur, a woman who got off the bus going the other way gave me her all-day ticket. I had the cash to pay my fare, but that was sweet of her.
And parts of the neighborhood where I worked today had some lovely views.
And I found a spare inner tube for my touring bike without really trying, and I know where my pump and multi-tool and levers are. So, in theory, it should only take me about twenty minutes to fix the flat on my touring bike tomorrow morning.
(I own three bikes, and at this very second, none of them can be ridden to work. AHAHAHAHAHA. One doesn't have a rear rack and therefore can't carry all my work shit, one has a flat, and one has enough broken spokes on the rear wheel--AGAIN--that it wobbles.)
ANYWAY. Eating some noodles right now, and then having some vegan cookie-dough flavored ice cream, and finishing this beer, and taking a shower, and lying in bed to finish reading the fic I have downloaded on my phone--I'm finally getting around to rereading The Loss of Flesh and Soul, because when she finally finished it, it had been so long since the last chapter that I couldn't remember what the fuck had happened. It's a Silence of the Lambs crossover where Sherlock's the cannibal. Don't laugh. It's amazing.
Yeah.
On the upside, out of the ten hours I did today, and hour and a half of them were spent sitting around, mostly reading on my phone. Because of all kinds of clusterfucks that weren't my fault. Also when I was stuck at that bus stop on SW Barbur, a woman who got off the bus going the other way gave me her all-day ticket. I had the cash to pay my fare, but that was sweet of her.
And parts of the neighborhood where I worked today had some lovely views.
And I found a spare inner tube for my touring bike without really trying, and I know where my pump and multi-tool and levers are. So, in theory, it should only take me about twenty minutes to fix the flat on my touring bike tomorrow morning.
(I own three bikes, and at this very second, none of them can be ridden to work. AHAHAHAHAHA. One doesn't have a rear rack and therefore can't carry all my work shit, one has a flat, and one has enough broken spokes on the rear wheel--AGAIN--that it wobbles.)
ANYWAY. Eating some noodles right now, and then having some vegan cookie-dough flavored ice cream, and finishing this beer, and taking a shower, and lying in bed to finish reading the fic I have downloaded on my phone--I'm finally getting around to rereading The Loss of Flesh and Soul, because when she finally finished it, it had been so long since the last chapter that I couldn't remember what the fuck had happened. It's a Silence of the Lambs crossover where Sherlock's the cannibal. Don't laugh. It's amazing.