Sometimes you just have to laugh It's been too long since I've written anything. I have so much that I could write about, but I've been so tired working and doing all the other stuff i've been doing. Right now I'm waiting for my house to blow up. Long story short, I had a class downtown to be an income tax counselor for my job. I've been a little sick, it's been real cold and icy, I'm getting over diarrhea, so naturally I was compelled to ride my bike to the class and afterwards I went for a nice latenight ride along the banks of the Schyukyill River just as a snow squall was passing through and I got dumped on, but it was great and beautiful. As I was heading back home, I passed the Art Museum when I noticed the frequency change coming from my tires and i pulled over confirming that it was flat. The snow was coming down and I enjoyed the city at night with the snow and the lights. I called Holly and she came and picked me up, but I couldn't fit my bike in her car so i just locked it up in front of an old people home. As we were pulling up to my house there was a PGW truck parked in front of my house partially shielded by a fresh pile of rubble where there should have been flat sidewalk. Turns out there was a gas leak in my house and the one next door and they had to break into my house to try and fix it. I asked the men if it was dangerous to stay here, and they said i just wouldn't have any gas and that it would be cold to sleep here. I just laughed b/c I don't have any heat upstairs anyhow, so the way i see it, i'm saving some money with all this. I drove back to pick up my bike, and i fit int in my trunk but I couldn't shut it, so i drove ten blocks with my trunk flapping around. I got back home and walked to the Fresh Grocer to pick up some dinner since I couldn't use the stove or oven. As I was getting to the grocery store, three police cars pulled up and there was a bust of some sort right in front of me. Nothing really surprises me anymore, and i didn't even share about my giant ingrown hair that left me with a mass of blood, puss and hard stuff the size of a silver dollar in my cheek last week, that wasn't fun. Right now, it sounds like there are 50 vacuum cleaners in my basement and I have to go to bed with strange people in my house, but I'm used to weird things like this by now, I'd  feel strange without it. I just hope my house and I are still here in the morning. Well, my electric blanket is warming up and I'm eager to go enjoy it, goodnight