thursday

its been such a long week.

worked tuesday, it was super blah and boring. made the shift take forever. tuesday night i went to tarrantinos with chad, stu, and andrew, got pizza. had a good night.

wednesday i woke up for an all day dentist sesh. 9-12 under the drill, then 2-5, more of the same. my gums were thrashed but after the 6 hour appointment i had an amazing new fake tooth and another restored.
came home and passed out, so completely exhausted. andrew came home, we'd talked tuesday about checking out the sprint series. i rushed to get my shit together and we headed out to schafer court. got there and everyone had already left, we headed out to catch em.

got to the diamond and there were a shitton of people pulling in on their bikes. i was kind of shocked. anyway, there were races, and people won, and bikes were ridden, by the time we were leaving i was HUNGRY and was pumped to finally be headed towards dinner. ended up stopping by jacob's house first where dudes drank beer and hung out. they nerded out about bikes forever. i sort of wish i had been feeling better, cause then maybe i would've been more sociable. as it was, i got to the point of being so hungry that it made me sick and really grouchy. we missed the cut off for food at mojos and i was SUPER annoyed. i wanted to leave but i didn't want to go there alone. and i certainly didn't want to go pick up food and take it home alone.
i decided that i would wait it out, go to mojos whenever the dudes were motivated to move, and have a beer. then go immeaditely to bed.

i had a fun night, i just got to the point of feeling so bad that i think i got maybe shitty. or not shitty, just unsociable. i had a rad time talking to starr, i was so glad that she was hanging out, stu always cracks me up, and chad's stories are always hilarious. the combo of a 6 hour dental appointment, mouth type pain, and stabbing hunger just didn't really make me that pleasant to be around. i know my limitations...i know to put myself in time out if i'm being an asshole...but i really didn't want to be alone.

we finally left mojos, andrew was hungry. i didn't want to sit and wait for an alladins pizza so he grabbed a frozen one from rite aid. in fact, by the time i got home, i wasn't even hungry anymore. i just wanted to go to bed and sleep comfortably. he put the pizza in the oven and set the timer. then he went upstairs and passed out on the sofa. i woke him up, i was going to bed and wanted to make sure he didn't burn the kitchen down by forgetting the pizza in the oven. he swore he wouldn't forget. this was at 2 am.

at 4:15 i woke up and smelled bad burning. went downstairs, the kitchen was smoky and the pizza was still 'cooking.' andrew was stone cold stunned on the couch, dead to the world. i cut the fan on and the oven off, laughed because the pizza was now small, rock solid, and completely black. you could tell it was once a pepperoni pizza by the texture, but otherwise it bore no semblance to pizza whatsoever.

woke andrew up and told him his pizza was burned up. he was bummed, but immeaditely passed back out again.

woke up this am and laughed again at the pizza. so ridiculous. i'm really glad i woke up though, and cut the oven off before we had a fire.

i called that accident happening from a mile away.