Sunday was host to an hour long blackout which included two hours of being unable to connect to the internet. So I played NetHack and read quietly and finallly wrote up these entries for you, gentle reader.
She was also surprised that I'm against building a wall between the Republic and Mexico in addition to facilitating citizenship for non-citizens. They all come here because they want work. Let them work and tax them like everyone else. If they're not working then throw them the fuck out so they can mooch off their respective socialist economies. Regarding the border wall, I rationalized that walls work both ways and should revolution fail then citizens ought not to shoot themselves in the foot by preventing themselves from jumping the border.
Just this made me happy because I believe she realized I'm not as evil as she originally presumed I was.
Upon returning to the location of my bike I discovered that it was gone. Of course this was not a surprise to me since it was unlocked but I figured if I was only a few minutes then I'd be safe. First I was angry with myself, next I was furious and wanted to bludgeon the thief to death and finally I was resigned to shelling out another $300 or $400 for a new bicycle. Still I wandered the streets in the hopes the thief didn't get very far.
By nightfall I was about to give up hope when I saw a group of people heading towards me. Leading the way was a fat guy wearing a bicycle helmet looking like a complete dork. Upon his approach I saw that he was astride my bike. I ran forward, grabbed the handlebar stem and stopped him. "Where did you get this?"
"It was just laying around over there."
"This is my fucking bike." Despite the invective in my voice I wasn't really that angry since I was relieved that I would have my bike once again.
He got off and gladly relinquished my velocipede which I walked back to my apartment feeling very happy.
