Today. This morning to be specific. I almost just went back to bed. Messenger nightmares. Many stupid jobs that all needed done at 2:30PM. Get up. Turn on the coffee, the computer... or not. Blinking yellow light. Dead power supply. Spend ten minutes hooking the laptop up to the keyboard/mouse/monitor because I just don't like writing on the laptop. At some point, I'll drag my finger across the mouse and delete fifteen minutes worth of work. The Boxer foster hears a siren. She howls. Gordon Sizemore joins in. Fuck this. I want to go back to bed.
Somehow I managed to forge on and here we are.
I should apologize for all the bell related posts as of late, but I can't. I am excite and sad. I "Kickstarted" the project back in August hoping for a bell... like now. Yet, I have not one bell, let alone the two bells that I paid much American dollars for. I feel like in that amount of time, I coulda commissioned an artisanal bell craftsman to fabricate a bell for me that looks like a tiny Arby's roast beef sandwich and emanates the BWOON! sound when activated.
Images from the party this past weekend are surfacing (thank you Danielle Suprick). I was actually there.
The derby. Yes, I took out women with little to no more thought than taking out a man.