Day 457

Wednesday | May 29th, 2013


Bed after 08.00 and up at 13.30ish. I managed to sleep through the most worthless hours of the day. Not bad for a day off. When Meow came home we biked to the post office where I discovered that my shift cable was a victim of the Twitchy induced bike wreck (see Backposts at bottom). My bike worked, but only in 3rd gear.

We stuck to our plan: post office, pet store, grocery store, then visited the bike man. The ‘cable is broken at the bottom’ was completely lost in my explanation to Meow and her explanation in Korean to the bike man. Being able to explain technical bullshit to Koreans is the foremost reason to study 20-30 hours a week which will commence once I get clear of the semester’s obligations. Talking with family about stuff is purely second place.

Bike Man set about taking apart the shifter and we left him to it. At home I ignored the dogs—they’re fired again for chewing shit up in my room last night while I ate dinner with Meow. All the trust Twitchy earned back from the bike wreck washed away by grabbing something off my desk and shredding it with Naughty. Fuckers, both of them. They’re not allowed back in my room for … I dunno, until I’m not pissed off anymore. I’m on petting strike, too. No more free love for dogs that ain’t gots respect.

I put up all our swanky new ant traps instead. Hopefully that will be the end of the ant hegemony. When we fetched my bike Bike Man said the problem wasn’t at the top, it was that the cap at the bottom of the cable had come off and the cable needed to be replaced. This is exactly what I told Meow.

The Daily Bullet



De-anting. But I found some time before bed to bang out Day 432 and Day 433—the day of death by crazy Twitchy.

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