TGIF?

Yesterday was one of those bad days that rolls over into the next. I've been working on some designs for a NASCAR car at work, and it's been incredibly frustrating because I've never done anything like that before. As much as I want my redneck counterparts to be proud of my over-the-top design, I can't seem to make myself care about it right now.

As soon as work was over, I went to the beach last night to only to discover that the swell that was supposed to arrive was totally over-hyped and late.

So, I went to CompUSA to upgrade the memory on my laptop. Two visits later, I finally got the correct part. Thanks, Mr Dungeons And Dragons Loving CompUSA Geek Who's Supposed To Know Everything.

When I got home, I had the intention of doing something productive by configuring the security settings on my wireless router. That turned into a waking nightmare that kept me up until 12:30.

I assumed happiness would come hand-in-hand with payday today, but my entire check went to the bills that magically all piled up at the same time. Doesn't even look like I'll be able to go see The Cramps, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and Hank Williams III this weekend at Sunset Junction.

And I can't get to My Album on the T-Mobile site so I can put up a bitchen picture that the two of you who read this will be able to see.

Fuck.

But, it looks like the swell has finally arrived. The yellow flags are up, standout breaks are seeing slightly overhead sets, and my frown is slowly turning upside-down. And, I just found out that my favorite board just got back from the shop.

Emergency room, here I come.