Its windy and snowing like a hell this morning, which sucks because I want to ride my bike to work. I (and by I, I mean a friend) just put a new set of bull horns on my shit. Although, I did get some good ride time in this past weekend. It was 70some degrees and gorgeous out. Saturday, I ended up riding by myself. I took a lap downtown and then headed to the River Trail, which I took up to the Chain of Rocks Bridge...as always, shitty head wind on the way back. Sunday, a buddy and I put the new bull horns on my bike and rode up every fucking hill we could find in Saint Louis...fun though.
Last night, Art Mart called to tell me my Daniel Johnston piece is finished and ready to be picked up, but I'm not about to try to venture out in the shitty weather, so that has to wait.
I found a sweet ass vintage Coke machine a fews days back on Craigslist. Called the girl and set everything up, but now I think she's backing out because she is suddenly MIA...I hate her. On the up side, I made a shit ton of spaghetti last night, so I don't have to cook tonight. Not really an upside, but its something...I was just trying to make myself feel better right there...I don't really cook that much anyways...and I'm pretty sure this is by no means relative to anything. Oh, and the other night while at the store to get my spaghetti supplies, on my way out...I might have seen a dead guy in his car. Dead or sleeping...I'm not sure, he was old, could have been either. I'm hoping for sleeping, but yes- I'm a bad person, I didn't stop to help. But I didn't want to know...