Move along, nothing to see here.

Lately I've been working long hours, because.

I got home tonight at 22:30, and although I was dead tired, I went out for a lil skatey poo because it was under 25 degrees and the Angel of Death has temporarily left Taipei due to the breeze. It almost killed me. By the time I started sweating, I was wheezing and hacking up my lungs like a smoker. The three stair park was all I could hope for. It went ok, despite the asthmaey coughing and new shoes and new deck. At least I got sweaty.

I eventually got bored and cruised to the red curbs and then up the sidewalk for a minute. The combination of new geometries and bad health means I can't ***** for shit. At least I can afford a fancy beer on the cruise home.

Total ********s in the Vike's: 13.