Four Hours In the Life Of (An Ode to WITL)
I slept well, but I still fell asleep again for about an hour around noon. When I woke up, no one was home. This seems to fit well with the fact that I've been desperately wanting to go for a two-wheeled ride somewhere. I think that somewhere is going to be Semiahmoo.
Come to think of it, my car has a few nicknames "The Escort", "The 'Scort" or sometimes even "KickassFordEscort". Why don't I have one for my bike? Only one I can think of is "Yammy", but that sounds like I'm describing.. yams. A motorcycle with a long list of impressive technical babble deserves a better name than something that makes you think of food. "Ride my Yammy". Hmm. Something to think of later.
Stealing the camera, if I can find it.
Failure. FITL (Four Hours In the Life Of) is postponed. Camera has gone missing and I've found out I can't leave yet. FITL will live on (probably later in a new post).
Come to think of it, my car has a few nicknames "The Escort", "The 'Scort" or sometimes even "KickassFordEscort". Why don't I have one for my bike? Only one I can think of is "Yammy", but that sounds like I'm describing.. yams. A motorcycle with a long list of impressive technical babble deserves a better name than something that makes you think of food. "Ride my Yammy". Hmm. Something to think of later.
Stealing the camera, if I can find it.
Failure. FITL (Four Hours In the Life Of) is postponed. Camera has gone missing and I've found out I can't leave yet. FITL will live on (probably later in a new post).