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I sucked it up today and brought my bike in to the shop to get the second tire on (I couldn't get that bolt loosened to save my life) and a chain. Expensive labor costs, but at least they're very nice there. And they were able to do it while we waited, so Carolyn and I walked up to Ben&Jerry's. So now I have an ice cream cone to work off, but at least I have a bike now! The seat on this thing is the original seat, though, so I am going to either have a very hardcore ass soon or it will have turned black&blue and fallen off.
Mya discovered this morning that we do get ESPN2... If you don't mind a little snow and not having the sound. So when I left for work she was merrily watching a staticy Czech Republic trounce the USA. Adorable.
Alright, as much as I'd like to keep putting it off, I've got math to do. Oh noes! Concentrations! Multiplications! Woe.
Hehehe.
Also, Carolyn's hair looks really awesome- we put purple streaks in it so that it would match her Team in Training jersey, but I hadn't gotten to see it dry and in the light until today. Righteous. Oh, and my hair is magenta now, too.
And we still haven't figured out what to do about that landlord. Do we tell him straight off that he's not going to get a $12,000 deposit out of us? Do we not tell him, meet with him and try to convince him that we're not actually a risky proposition (being, essentially, very very dull), or do we just tell him to take his age-discrimination and shove it? What would you do, dear reader?
the hedge abides.
Mya discovered this morning that we do get ESPN2... If you don't mind a little snow and not having the sound. So when I left for work she was merrily watching a staticy Czech Republic trounce the USA. Adorable.
Alright, as much as I'd like to keep putting it off, I've got math to do. Oh noes! Concentrations! Multiplications! Woe.
Hehehe.
Also, Carolyn's hair looks really awesome- we put purple streaks in it so that it would match her Team in Training jersey, but I hadn't gotten to see it dry and in the light until today. Righteous. Oh, and my hair is magenta now, too.
And we still haven't figured out what to do about that landlord. Do we tell him straight off that he's not going to get a $12,000 deposit out of us? Do we not tell him, meet with him and try to convince him that we're not actually a risky proposition (being, essentially, very very dull), or do we just tell him to take his age-discrimination and shove it? What would you do, dear reader?
the hedge abides.