If work itself didn’t justify my dire need of a vacation, getting my bike saddle stolen in front of the theatres and my upstairs neighbors causing ruckus with all their moving. Of course, 3 hours before their lease is up, they start their moving process. These are the same people who fill up the trash, uncompressed, with recylcables, the day the trash was just emptied. Anyhow, all I hear is heavy footsteps and the sound of furniture scraping against wooden the floor. Of course this all has to happen the night before I depart, to only gracefully wish me off a well-deserved vacation. I hope to return to SF with new, more considerate neighbors, find $40 bucks on the street to save up for a new saddle and return to work with a healthy load on my plate.
Go watch Wall-E. Kate and I will be baking under the sun in O’ahu. Aloha beetches.