Starting the day, I wake up hearing the girl's land lord talking about towing my motorcycle. Girl threw on a knee length turquoise sleep shirt and flip flopped down to stop the procedure of towage.
I put clothes on to move the bike. These lyrics from the first rap album I ever owned came to mind:
6'n the morning' police at my door
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor
Out the back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape
After a really action packed weekend, though perhaps not relaxing really, of motorcycling through the Socal/Santa Barbara area, I came to work only to find things had broken over the weekend while I was out of cell phone coverage. I'm fine walking into a shit storm, but I prefer to know about it advance. Because I was out of coverage, I didn't get the pages at all. It sucketh.
On the plus side, I am about to get my computer experience revolutionized YET AGAIN by OS X Tiger. I'm looking forward to that, and going to lunch.