Madness, Be Gone!

At least that's what I'm hoping is happening.

Ever since October started work has begun to simmer down, and I'm actually getting my official amount of days off. I also started a new schedule which appeals to my laziness: two days on, one day off, two days on, two days off, repeat. I was even mandated to stay at home this Monday for Columbus Day or whatever the hell it is when I was all set to work it. After three months of straight Mandatory OT, this is a welcome change.

On Tuesday I hung out at Kasey's Starbucks for hours and hours and attempted to catch up on the 1000+ webcomics, blog posts, and other ephemera that make up my own little consensual hallucination that is the Interwebs. As I stated in a Tweet that day, I had been feeling that some ingredient of joy was missing from my life, and I discovered that ingredient is webcomics. People can (and do) make me laugh pretty easily, but whether it's my face or my affinity for licking frosting off utensils that are not my own it's mostly me doing the jesting. It's so nice to have someone giving me a little taste o' that medicine. And Dr.s Stevens, Jaques, Bevan & Earle sure can deliver. I feel more like my old self than I have in months.

Now if someone could just give my girl and my dog some healin'. Kasey still has the stomach flu (or a baby, whatever) and now my dog is sick. Maybe there's something in my apartment... Like a deadly spider that's feasting upon us one by one. Or a gas leak. I'm not making the same mistake I did with Gerbie though, and Riley the pug has an appointment with the vet first thing tomorrow morn. I swear, if one more living thing falls ill I'm going Hannalore on my apartment's ass. Maybe it's time to pull up the allergen farm that is all carpeting and damn the consequences when move-out time comes. Not like they aren't going to replace it anyway.

At the risk of sabotaging myself (because it always seems when I let a portion of the internal (non-)workings of my mind out into the world, that portion loses it's power) I've vowed to take public transit to work every single day this month without fail, except on Sundays as HRT has deemed it unnecessary to help Carless Joes like me get across the river. So far it's worked out, even though I have had to skip frivolous things like showers in the name of the cause on occasion. I have been a bad cyclist. But yesterday I felt a familiar pulse in my legs and knees that said to me, "Oh yeah, we did some pedaling today," which is a good sign. As the weather turns cold my old gear is coming out of retirement; I missed my woolen socks and someone completely forgot about my bombproof wool knickers.

I need a costume for Halloween. Any ideas? It needs to be awesome, and something I can ride a bike in. Critical Mass and a bike race are both falling on All Hallow's Eve and I need to come correct. Right now my only idea is dressing as every Asian stereotype I can pull off at once, but we'll see. I welcome suggestions.

Right now I think I'll play Food Delivery Bike Guy and see if these tired Starbucks employees want anything from the Olde P-Towne area to sup.

Have a good un', lads and lassies.

- David

Max Fischer: [to Rosemary] I'm sorry, I just came by to thank you for WRECKING MY LIFE!