Oh, what a beautiful morning...
It has been a decidedly mixed day.
After my usual routine of taking my grandparents to the dialysis clinic in Oakland, going home to exercise and watch stuff, eat lunch, and then going to pick them up, we went to file a Fictitious Business License, and after I dropped them off, my grandfather pushed some money on to me, again. Not that I mind just... feels weird sometimes. I headed over to Emeryville, as my mom had been on my case to get new lightbulb for a desk lamp upstairs that had been on the fritz, and then went and spent some of the aforementioned money at Borders.
Just before I pulled into the driveway of our home, I came upon a biker. He was in the middle of the lane, not uncommon in that area of Indian Rock, so I went around him, making sure to give him a wide berth, rather than go at five miles an hour behind him. He screamed something at me, for reasons unknown, and I didn't hear what it was, most likely for the best. I pulled up to my usual spot, checking my 6 the entire way, and saw that the biker was following me. I stopped, rolled down my window and looked at him, and asked, 'Yes?' After surveying my front seat and giving me a thorough staring, in a hoarse, low tone, he said, 'Fuck you... Asshole' I promptly rolled up my window and parked. The biker circled around, heading down the road past my house. I waited in my car for another moment, on the off chance this supremely disturbed individual was going to return, for whatever reason.
Upon coming into the house, I was quite pleased to discover that my Blu-Ray Disc of the third season of the Venture Bros. had arrived. I intend to explore the various special features shortly. I then attempted to install the new bulb in said desk lamp, only to find that the innards of the lamp were completely FUBAR. After 20 minutes of making every attempt to lodge the bulb in its intended socket, I gave up and went to work on the final parts of my resume, only to discover that the power supply to the router had unceremoniously died. I was lucky enough to get to RadioShack before they closed to get a replacement, and returned with just a few minutes left before my parents wished to head to my grandparents for dinner, where I numbed the various stressors of my day with a generous application of wine.
Tomorrow I will finally send out my resume to the Cartoon Art museum in San Francisco, in an attempt to procure an interview that will hopefully lead to my being hired as an intern. Keep me in your thoughts.
After my usual routine of taking my grandparents to the dialysis clinic in Oakland, going home to exercise and watch stuff, eat lunch, and then going to pick them up, we went to file a Fictitious Business License, and after I dropped them off, my grandfather pushed some money on to me, again. Not that I mind just... feels weird sometimes. I headed over to Emeryville, as my mom had been on my case to get new lightbulb for a desk lamp upstairs that had been on the fritz, and then went and spent some of the aforementioned money at Borders.
Just before I pulled into the driveway of our home, I came upon a biker. He was in the middle of the lane, not uncommon in that area of Indian Rock, so I went around him, making sure to give him a wide berth, rather than go at five miles an hour behind him. He screamed something at me, for reasons unknown, and I didn't hear what it was, most likely for the best. I pulled up to my usual spot, checking my 6 the entire way, and saw that the biker was following me. I stopped, rolled down my window and looked at him, and asked, 'Yes?' After surveying my front seat and giving me a thorough staring, in a hoarse, low tone, he said, 'Fuck you... Asshole' I promptly rolled up my window and parked. The biker circled around, heading down the road past my house. I waited in my car for another moment, on the off chance this supremely disturbed individual was going to return, for whatever reason.
Upon coming into the house, I was quite pleased to discover that my Blu-Ray Disc of the third season of the Venture Bros. had arrived. I intend to explore the various special features shortly. I then attempted to install the new bulb in said desk lamp, only to find that the innards of the lamp were completely FUBAR. After 20 minutes of making every attempt to lodge the bulb in its intended socket, I gave up and went to work on the final parts of my resume, only to discover that the power supply to the router had unceremoniously died. I was lucky enough to get to RadioShack before they closed to get a replacement, and returned with just a few minutes left before my parents wished to head to my grandparents for dinner, where I numbed the various stressors of my day with a generous application of wine.
Tomorrow I will finally send out my resume to the Cartoon Art museum in San Francisco, in an attempt to procure an interview that will hopefully lead to my being hired as an intern. Keep me in your thoughts.