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Oct. 24th, 2009 05:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aprilstarchildSo my roommate's boyfriend Keith (who lives in Edmonton and is visiting for a week starting on Tuesday) sent two things ahead of him: an old Raleigh 20 (a folding bike, in excellent condition) for Donna and for me, an older leather Brooks saddle. They're supposedly the best saddles out there, most of the people I know who have'em love'em. I'm unwilling to buy a leather saddle new, so Donna asked him to keep an eye out for a used one.
I had decided to put it on today, but I can't find the Proofride stuff you're supposed to put on it (and I know Donna has some somewhere, but she's asleep with a cold and I don't want to wake her up). I figured I'd put it on the bike anyway and worry about putting the stuff on it later, but I can't figure out how to make it work with my (kinda odd) seat post. Worst case scenario is letting Keith figure it out when he gets here. I may need a different seat post, which would be a pain in the ass, as my seat tube is an odd width or something.
I'd gone to the garage with the intent of also changing out the tires....I have the nice puncture-resistant Panaracer Paselas on my mixte, and they really should be on the Miyata, seeing as the tires on the Miyata are old and cracked really bad, and only take 65psi, and I pretty much only ride the Miyata these days. But I felt so discouraged after not being able to figure out the Brooks saddle, that I just kinda said "aw fuck it" and gave up.
I meant to work on that stuff earlier. I also meant to, I dunno, leave the damn house, which I haven't done much of lately unless I'm doing something with Shawn. He teases me about it.
I know part of it is that I'm so upset about losing my debit card. Wednesday night I went to The Alibi for karaoke with the Shift people. I paid my tab at the end of the night, and I don't remember putting my card back in my bag. It's not there, in any case, and it's not at The Alibi either. I went to Shawn's house afterward, he's going to look to see if it's in his room. If it isn't, I have the sneaking suspicion I just stuck it in my jacket pocket and it fell out at some point between The Alibi at Shawn's house.
I keep checking my account, there's no suspicious activity. If it's not at Shawn's house, I'll call up US Bank and ask for another card. What really sucks is that it's not a normal US Bank debit card, it's a Reliacard account through my unemployment payments. I don't think I can walk into a US Bank with picture ID and get cash out of the account. I don't have checks or anything. So I'm kinda fucked right now.
I really wanted to go to HUMP! tonight (it's an amateur porn festival, and it sounded like a lot of fun) but without any way of getting cash, I can't do it.
I found out last night that Sock Dreams did their holiday hiring already. I knew I should have applied for stuff earlier this month.
In any case, I just generally feel like shit at the moment. I think I might go to bed early for once.
I had decided to put it on today, but I can't find the Proofride stuff you're supposed to put on it (and I know Donna has some somewhere, but she's asleep with a cold and I don't want to wake her up). I figured I'd put it on the bike anyway and worry about putting the stuff on it later, but I can't figure out how to make it work with my (kinda odd) seat post. Worst case scenario is letting Keith figure it out when he gets here. I may need a different seat post, which would be a pain in the ass, as my seat tube is an odd width or something.
I'd gone to the garage with the intent of also changing out the tires....I have the nice puncture-resistant Panaracer Paselas on my mixte, and they really should be on the Miyata, seeing as the tires on the Miyata are old and cracked really bad, and only take 65psi, and I pretty much only ride the Miyata these days. But I felt so discouraged after not being able to figure out the Brooks saddle, that I just kinda said "aw fuck it" and gave up.
I meant to work on that stuff earlier. I also meant to, I dunno, leave the damn house, which I haven't done much of lately unless I'm doing something with Shawn. He teases me about it.
I know part of it is that I'm so upset about losing my debit card. Wednesday night I went to The Alibi for karaoke with the Shift people. I paid my tab at the end of the night, and I don't remember putting my card back in my bag. It's not there, in any case, and it's not at The Alibi either. I went to Shawn's house afterward, he's going to look to see if it's in his room. If it isn't, I have the sneaking suspicion I just stuck it in my jacket pocket and it fell out at some point between The Alibi at Shawn's house.
I keep checking my account, there's no suspicious activity. If it's not at Shawn's house, I'll call up US Bank and ask for another card. What really sucks is that it's not a normal US Bank debit card, it's a Reliacard account through my unemployment payments. I don't think I can walk into a US Bank with picture ID and get cash out of the account. I don't have checks or anything. So I'm kinda fucked right now.
I really wanted to go to HUMP! tonight (it's an amateur porn festival, and it sounded like a lot of fun) but without any way of getting cash, I can't do it.
I found out last night that Sock Dreams did their holiday hiring already. I knew I should have applied for stuff earlier this month.
In any case, I just generally feel like shit at the moment. I think I might go to bed early for once.
