Mmmm, think I need a new seat for my bike. Certain "areas" are kinda sore today...
In other news, thanks go out to Don and Fesh for making sure that Tom wasn't dead or something last night after he fell asleep, left his phone in the truck, and thus forgot to call me back and was unreachable for a few hours while I was envisioning all sorts of unpleasant happenings. So, thanks, guys for returning the bejesus to me.
Carriage room door still isn't fixed - somehow I'm not surprised. I think I'll give it another week and then maybe take a trip to the housing office...again. Because this really sucks and I'm just waiting to get bitched at for taking my bike through the lobby and scratching up the doorjambs as I try to hold the door, manuever the bike, and keep my backpack out of the way all at the same time. And what will my response be, you ask: "Fix the damn door you lazy bastard! And while you're at it, sweep the back stairs before the dust bunnies start attacking my dog. And re-hang the bulletin board in the laundry room. And fix the light in the hallway. And put a chain of decent length on the lightbulb in the cargo elevator so hopping up and down in the damn rickety-ass thing isn't necessary to be sure that the bulb is indeed dead. And put some freakin' WD-40 on the doors around here." I mean, the man gets an apartment (for free or reduced rent) in exchange for maintaining the building - is it so much to ask that he actually do his damn job? I still can't believe the manager at housing told me that many people in the building look on him as a "father-figure" - a drunken abusive father maybe... Ahh, well.