OK, so how the fuck do I have 24 blog views today? Who the hell are you people? I know a few of you who read this thing, but I don't even have 24 myspace friends. Hell, I don't think I really even have 24 real-life friends that would want to read it.
Don't get me wrong; I appreciate the attention, I'm just surprised. Thanks for the votes of confidence, gentle readers. That's how I'm interpreting it.
Ryan was nice about my writing - props, dude.
I think I popped my rear wheel tube this weekend. I have a feeling I hit a curb too hard, but I don't know exactly when. This has happened to me before; one of the hazards of aggressive cycling I guess. I noticed the pressure was light on Sunday coming home, so I pumped it up Monday morning, and it was light again Monday night coming home. I pumped it up Tuesday thinking I probably need to get a new tube, but maybe it's the heat (yeah, right), and last night it was too flat to ride. So I walked the almost 2 miles home at 11pm, still like 90 goddamn degrees out. It could've been worse though. The walk isn't bad. I walked here this morning rather than take the bus; it took about 25 minutes, which ain't bad. I'm gonna hit Upgrade on the way home tonight and get me some new tubes, then hang out in the dingy but moderately cool concrete basement and change my rear tube so I can ride tomorrow.
Maybe I should sell my U-pass next semester since a) I hardly use it anyway, and b) I could use the cashola.
I just realized that was one of the dumber lists I've made.
Still waiting on the new Mp3 player. I have a feeling it'll piss me off for a month or so while I get used to the features, then one day I'll wonder how I lived without it. I think it'll be good; it got awesome reviews, but it seems like every Mp3 player is trying to copy the iPod, and what I consider some of the crappy features of the iPod at that. I'm still trying to decide what to do with my old one. It still works fine except when little movements - like walking - disturb the headphone jack. Perhaps I'll just leave it hooked up to the stereo. Yes, I think I will. I'm a genius.
Ugh, where does the time go? Schneider was talking shit about people to me today. He seems to do that more often, or talk shit about dentistry or the world in general. I'm sad he's gonna be retiring next spring, but hopefully I'll still see him sometimes. I like talking shit with cynical old men.
It's weird; it wasn't until I got to dental school that I really started appreciating what I was learning, and appreciating my professors. Is it something about professional school, or is it something about my delayed maturity?
Anyway, tonight I'm going to sweat my ass off changing tires and cleaning house. Quite a change from sitting in the A/C reading research papers like last night. Suck.
My dad left me a message to make sure I wasn't dead from the heat.
Grab your binoculars and look in my windows tonight; you might catch me doing dishes in my boxers - or less...
