Comfortably Numb

Turns out they didn't pull the broken molar, they decided to build up a fake base and then put a crown on it... I've got a temporary crown for the moment. I've never had novacaine before, it's strange. Half my face is numb and my tongue feels 6" thick. I've also got some vicodin. I think I'll be catching up on my sleep this week.

Speaking of "numb", I *really* want to get some heated gear. As I get older, I'm finding that just riding for the sake of riding isn't fun when it's 20 degrees out; that my tolerance for cold weather is a little less each year. I can ride when it's 35 with rain gear on (to keep the cold wind out) but it's not much fun. 45 degrees with a t-shirt, sweat-shirt, winter jacket and gloves, and jeans is ok. My legs get kind of cold, but I'd have to ride for 1.5hrs or more to be really concerned about hypothermia. The heated gear (along with my bacalava) should extend the riding season to the entire year since I would be comfortable (not just tolerating) down to 20-25 degrees.

The only question is, buy it now, or next year? Being that it's March, I'm tempted to wait until next year. Since I do have the grand canyon trip this fall (when riding through the 100 degree desert all day, those 60 evenings can just about freeze you to death) and the clothing is available locally, I may just do it this weekend.

Gotta pick up the scooter and get it to a dealer as well. Man, that was unbelieveable, oil blowing everywhere. I couldn't tell where from. It stopped leaking (I think it was caused by the crankcase vent clogging during an extended high-speed jaunt on the freeway, but that's just a wild guess), get halfway back home check the oil, all is well. I think I'm off the hook, then my friend/co-worker points out that there is a nail in the rear tire. Argh! Now I have to trailer it.

Ironically, a blown engine would cost me less because of the warranty. Oh well, that's life with an italian machine I guess. :/

Not much more to say at the moment. My work area is a mess and the vicodin is kicking in. I hope we can make it to the club this weekend. I need a break.

Goin' Downtown

I don't care how many times people say "uptown", it is downtown, just like every place else. :P

I had to go downtown today for some meetings. In the past 3 days, I've experienced identity theft, the inside half of a molar breaking away, and two mechanical failures on the scooter leaving me stranded 45 miles from home; and that's just the highlights.

If there is such a thing as dogma, I must have really fucked up in my past life.

I'm wiped out. We are going to chill in front of the tv and watch one of the movies we've had sitting on the table for 2 weeks now.

More Whorer Stories From the Far Side

They really need to hang this stalker bitch soon. She's got ahold of my SSN# after previously having my mail forwarded to her house (including tax forms, hence SSN) and I've learned today that I have applied for loans through at least 7 different companies for $30,000 each. Yup, identity theft.. but done as harassment to destroy my credit. All the info she has used is my old contact info (the latest she has for me). In other words, she stands to gain nothing from it. Unfortunately, most ID theft laws state something similar to "using another individual's personally identifiable information for one's own gain"... It's going to be interesting to see where this goes now.

Sounds like I'd better start putting some cash back and consider getting a new SSN, 'cause I don't think I'm going to be buying anything on credit for a while.

I can't believe this shit is happening. Not meaning to sound sexist here, but if the roles were reversed.. if I was the woman, s/he would have been in jail a long time ago. Because the roles aren't reversed, I all but get laughed at (by police, postal fraud investigators, HR, etc.) over all the shit that has been done.

On a lighter note.. Thanks for the comment, excessofdinkydog. I wanted to comment on yours the other day, but it looks like comments are turned off. My comment was: I don't care HOW bad your toe is cut, I'd still shag you silly!

Still Here

For the first time since starting this blog, I've really got nothing to say. I'm in this strange funk.. Guess it's the end-of-winter depression creeping up on me.

Got the taxes done, went out to dinner on Friday, cancelled our date for last night. blah blah blah.