Went home last weekend. Bought into the lounge, which means soup, salad, cookies, fruit and free well bourbon. Then my mother in law couldn't quite figure out traffic so I waited an hour at the airport at 1am. Can't be mad 'cuz she came to pick me up, but it kinda sucked. Then my wife got called to a birth the next night. So of my two nights home, I got to sleep for about five hours next to my wife. Then, of course, on the flight home there were two entitled spoiled brats from USC in my seat. I said "bad news, kids, you're in my seat!" and she-brat legit said "ugh. You sit in the middle I don't want to sit next to him."

Well excuse me for earning a living.

We're a week plus behind on the birth center (again) because our ceiling contractor cut his hand. Which sounded like a weak excuse until I found out he's been in the hospital with sepsis for a week. Hopefully he gets out today, and holy shit how scary is that?. You would think there would be more than a few people capable of hanging a tegular grid in a modern metropolis but you'd be wrong. Go figure. On the plus side, the $3600 phone system I got quoted I just bought off eBay for $300 all in.

Had a $99 airline voucher expire last night. Bought two tickets to Calgary two weeks before Christmas. Staying at the Fairmont in Lake Louise for a week. Because you know what? Burning through three shirts a day and living in the asshole of Los Angeles entitles me to a little fuckin' snow. On the downside, I couldn't buy a ticket for the kid 'cuz she doesn't have a passport yet. So my wife is freaking out because we only have four months to get that shit sorted out. Apparently she's convinced that a monday morning flight from Seattle to fucking Calgary is gonna sell out fifteen weeks in advance.

1300 miles on a goddamn bicycle. And I'm not even halfway through.

But then, every ten days or so, there's this.