Today was just a large serving of "yuck", with an extra side of "yuck". I should have known, when I heard the pouring rain at 7:30am and felt a headache, that I shouldn't have bothered to get up at all. But stupidly, something told me inside that I should go to work today because it would be an exciting day.

It was supposed to be a good day because I was finally buying my scooter. This blog was supposed to be a happy blog because I was finally buying my scooter. It was supposed to start like this: "Guess what?!? I finally bought my scooter!!"... but it didn't. Instead it started like this: "Today was just a large serving of "yuck", with an extra side of "yuck"."

So I went down to a dealership today at lunch with my coworker and picked up a new scooter for $44800. I put a $3000 deposit down, left them to do the paper work and make some minor mods, and all was good. For a reason not fit for blogging, I had a crummy afternoon. It was one of those I-don't-want-to-work-anymore-today kind of feelings. So instead of picking up the scooter tomorrow, I decided to pick it up today after work -- just to leave the office early. I called up the shop and they said it would be another hour before the scooter was ready, because of some modifications I had asked them to do. So I got a ride there, and waited. And then, I realized... "oh, SH!T!! I forgot my money in my office drawer!" So that sucked. Then I called my coworker up, who was still in the office, and he offered to bring it down (in spite of me saying I'd take a taxi back and forth) - which was out of his way and totally unnecessary. So I felt pretty awful about that.

So I'm sitting there waiting for him, and I have this brand new helmet sitting on the scooter seat. It's black, all shiny, and I vowed to keep it looking good -- because most helmets look like they volunteed to be juggled around with lotto balls, all scrapped up. I even imagined the store owner being careless and knocking it over, and how I would tell them to give me a new one.

Now I'm checking out my new scooter, all the bells and whistles. I turn it on, the rumbling engine makes me feel good. And then, from the vibrations, the stupid helmet falls and rolls!! Scuffed! Before ever wearing it out! AAARGH.

Anyway, for some reason, the day just felt long and stupid. A stupid day it was.

I guess I'll have a better blog in the next couple days when I feel better and have some pictures of my new baby. A day where I don't forget my security card for work, and when the food I bring home doesn't drool into a freshly washed sock (I had a load of laundry in my bag).

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Okay, I JUST posted this blog, and I got a call from the shop owner saying I left something there. AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! WHY WON'T THIS DAY END???