I’m still alive, although if I take many more trips over the Knight Street Bridge on my scooter I may not be. That wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but I made it in one piece and got many shocked looks from massive semi trucks for good measure.

I spent most of yesterday in Richmond tooling around a warehouse on my hands and knees, making executive decisions left and right. At the end of the day I was filthy and congested, but I won’t have to go back there again unless catastrophe strikes and all my awesome work is unplugged. I was asleep until the moment I left the office and promptly passed out again when I got home, so I wasn’t near a computer for most of the day. It was a strange sensation, and one I don’t look to repeat anytime soon.

They’re painting our lab. When I came in the morning, the walls were a brilliant dark blue. It’s really nice, but I pretty much instantaneously got a really bad headache from the fumes. Also not helping: the rock n’ roll accountant brought his dog into the office today, and it’s super cute – so all the ladies in Accounting Land are cooing and squealing over the puppy and the noise, combined with the smell, is making my head throb like no other. This is going to be one hell of a long Thursday.

You know what I hate? Drunks. Especially sloppy drunks. Having to share personal space with sloppy drunks in a social setting make me seethe with superiority and scorn.

I have a shameful lack of interesting things to report these days, and it’s bringing me down. The weather outside isn’t conducive to fabulous adventures, and it seems that all the crazies are still hibernating through our unseasonably cold spring. Perhaps soon there will be exciting times, but they may be happening to everyone else – people are traveling to exotic places, and I .. well, I am trolling caves looking for Pokemans. Maybe more fun times would happen if I went outside.

I shouldn’t fret about my lack of travel, though. I am looking forward to next month’s road trip (even with all the math involved), and in June for my birthday Ed and I are planning my long-awaited scooter trip to Victoria. Those are exciting! I am content.

At least I would be, if Oscar’s battery wasn’t completely dead and the replacement I ordered on Saturday was nowhere in sight.