Lzyk was busy all day having fun with friends so I slept in and ate some costco seviche for breakfast. Don't do that. Within an hour, it was exploding out the other end of me. I spent most of my afternoon on the porcelain throne. I had time to contemplate our dehumidifier, and realize that it isn't working properly because of the sensor. I have no idea how to fix that, so I guess we'll throw it out and buy a new one. I think I'm becoming Taipeinese. Now that I had 拉肚子 this weekend, I'll have something to talk about with my coworkers tomorrow.
The upside down gut volcano had calmed enough by 20:00 that I thought I could try skating at the bridge. It was mostly empty, except for friends. My stomach felt like a full water balloon that I was keeping from spraying out its contents by squeezing the end, so the quality of the skating suffered, even though I made a few trips across the street to the toilets. Some korean clients came up and I made a sale through the fence. Then I skated home and realized I've lost my motherfucking goddam shitsmeared credit card again. The last time this happened, it required a whole new set of ID photographs and an entire afternoon to sort out. I won't have even one free hour this week until Thursday morning. At least I left the white halfcabs on the roof of the cop booth. The heel had completely seperated on teh back foot, and the toe had ripped in half on the front one. I always said I would never be caught dead in naikees, but then I found some for $900, so here I am. They felt really stiff on the skate home.
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