in a nutshell

All-day / multiple-day music festivals are fucking exhausting, especially when I happen to see three bands in a row that play music I can dance to.



If I never saw tie-dyed shit ever again in any form, I would die happy.



The 80s are over, people.
So are the 60s, surprisingly enough.
Don't make me break your ironic sunglasses, dude, and choke you with the fucking hairband eclipsing your hippy forehead...right after I put a pair of scissors to your long, flowing hair...or your blond dreads. You look homeless, not stylish.

And no, you can't have a sip of my water. I actually do believe you have cooties. And lice. And probably a flea circus.

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I am back on my bike after a very long hiatus. It's literally kicking my ass (and my knees' ass).

On the way back from the festival tonight, my pedals stopped turning. Super. When I shifted gears, the screw on the rack I just put on my bike got stuck in the chain. What the hell? Apparently, I need a smaller screw than the one provided. I know this because a professional biker and an aspiring mechanic happened to be right there when I came to a forced stop. He tried everything he could under my bike's front light. No go. Finally, he tried a last resort before he gave up and sent me walking myself and my bike home: maybe he could unscrew one side of my back tire, loosen the grip the chain had, and get the screw out of that mess. Yep. That was the trick that sent me riding home without switching gears on hills. Ridiculous. Add to the list of things to do: take the bike in for a rack fitting to see if I can use the one I already have and just get away with changing the screws.


OK that was more than the nutshell version.

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My apartment is a mess. I blame the free pass I got to Outside Lands. And the fact that
I haven't felt like cleaning or putting shit away. It will need to to get worse before it gets better.



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I go back to work tomorrow. I'm not ready. And I don't mean it psychologically. I don't have all my shit together that I need to have together for Tuesday. What a fucking awesome department chair I am turning out to be.


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Three birthdays this week. Ah yes, November and December are cold months. I already know I'm going to suck at a timely delivery of presents.


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I got a summons for jury duty in the mail. Fascinating. I've always wondered about them. But, uh, excuse me?...Don't I need to be a citizen to help your honor pass judgment? Let's see that green card, first, INS.º















º Inertial Naturalization Services, not to be confused with Internal Naturalization Services.