So two days ago it was in the 20s, today it's 50s and rain and gusty winds. WTF. Decembers in Chicago have gotten really wierd the past few years. I remember when I started my previous job in December of 2006, it was in the teens the first two weeks, then the last two weeks it was never below 50 degrees. The weather patterns are definitely changing.
My roof is leaking, due to a section of shingles being ripped off by the 50 mph winds a few days ago. Now that it's raining like crazy, water is dripping down, and by some stroke of weird fortune, its dripping right where my fucking pillow is. Dead center. What are the odds of that? So, rather than climb up on a 45 degree angled roof that is wet with rain, with winds trying to knock me and my ladder down (the ladder did blow down at one point while I was waiting for the rain to abate) I decided to just...move the bed over a few feet! :D Problem solved!
So until I can get up there to patch it, this will have to do.
In other news, I got the mufflers cut off my Lexus SC, and just went with some straight pipes with tips, and mostly it sounds pretty kickass. I did lose some torque, but definitely gained what I lost in whores-power. It's more fun to rev anyway.
I grew my pseudobeard back, so I can legally use the old fetus icon once again. WOOHOO!
I found a store called Barley and Hops out here that sells hard to find beers and other alcohols, and they have Hobgoblin! WOOHOO! So I grabbed up 2 six packs for New Years. That and some Sailor Jerry.
I'm polishing off the last of the sissy Smirnoff Ice that was leftover from AWA. Bout fricking time. I still have 12 bottles of Budweiser to get through after this. I may just drink my ass off the rest of the weekend. It's in the interest of inventory management folks, so how could it be wrong?
*BELCH*