been programming. tired. going to bed. i'll finish tomorrow.... need sleep.
Woke up ... washed/clean/dried my car. Ate too.... grilled cheese (and meat) sandwiches... Mmmm. Should take a shower.... grandparents are going to get here any minute I guess (they're driving from Iowa .... they like to drive, plus the nearest airport from Iowa is about half the distance from Iowa to Oregon anyway) Oh, and I should change out of this shirt that says, "If you don't like to party, don't fucking come. --Mazatlan" Not so sure they'd approve of that. :-)
Took my bike in for repair ... not only are the shocks messed up because I accidentally removed all the oil from them, but the derailer's adjusted poorly (Gregg's fault) and somehow now the front brakes are rubbing on the left side... my mom says they were messed up when she went to put it in the car, so I blame that on somebody fucking with my bike when it was in the room. Anyway, repairs are going to cost $76 ... <sarcasm> what a fucking deal </sarcasm>.