I Can't Write To Save My Life

So I'll just write a List Of Happenings.

ON the plus side, I have finally waited at work long enough that the wind has died down and I'll be happier riding home.

My life, in handy bulleted format, definitely not safe for delicates:

• Sunday morning I stepped in dog doo twice before 10:30 am.
• This is only deserved for waking up early enough to be out the door at 10:30 am. Only idiots do that on a regular basis.
• I just read some of Tucker Max's updates from his movie premiere tour. No, but no one, should ever do that.
• Now that you've done that, you'll need to douse your brain in bleach; I recommend taking it straight up the nose. I'll wait.
• My car got broken into.
• My car broke down.
• Midas charged me 63 dollars for some hand-holding.
• My mother gave me an iPod to replace the one that got stolen from my car.
• My car runs okay now.
• But I have basically stopped running.
• I have rearranged my apartment three times.
• In two weeks.
• On Friday, I made a sofa.
• I can't decide if staying at home and making things is more or less lame than parking next to the swingers boat at Seafair.
• That was weird.
• Both ends of the spectrum are weird.
  
• I went shooting two weeks ago.
  
• On Sunday, I made a jewelry chest.
• I went go-kart racing last week.
• I made arugula pesto with my homegrown arugula.
• I made basil pesto with my neighbor's homegrown basil.
• I spray-painted things.
• Poorly.
• I'm on a budget and it's made me weird.

THE END.