get a load of last night's dream! a hefty mash-up of every possible weird thing my subconscious could cook up:
my roommate was back at home this morning but i didn't bother getting up until after he left for work. it was actually warm for a change (relatively) with temperature in the 50's courtesy of a southern front that also brought in some overcasting cloud cover. i left the house via bicycle to pick up my prescription from rite aid.
it wasn't supposed to rain so i took the motorcycle to belmont. i continued with my vacuuming, this time underneath the dining room bureau and under the sofa, where there was enough dog hair to practically form a fur carpet.
we had peking raviolis for dinner. sometime after dinner, hailey began barking loudly after suddenly waking up from sleeping on the sofa. i looked outside the window and saw a car slowly driving along the street then parking. i figured it was a neighbor but i didn't see anyone getting out. that's when i looked on the doorstep and realized we'd accidently left outside a big box of empty aluminum cans as well as an air compressor. whoever was in the car must've either tried to take the cans or the compressor but got spooked when he heard the barking. my father went out and brought everything inside before the car decided to leave. not sure how hailey knew there was somebody on our doorstep, either she heard something or smelled something. for a dog who can sometimes be easily frightened, she's actually a pretty good guard animal.
while waiting for my water to boil so i could make some tea, i tried to remove the axle nut from the front bike wheel one more time. basically throughout this whole past weekend i've been engaging in a test of strength whenever i had some free time. every once in a while i'd dribble some triflow lubricant into the assembly in the hopes of freeing it from the rusty grip. not sure what it was tonight, maybe a combination of triflow working its lube magic or maybe an inspirational fit of unusual hand strength, but i managed to move the nut on the axle by a fraction. that gave me the confidence that it could be done, and after a few seconds more of straining and swearing and figuring out the right direction to turn, i slowly managed to work the nut off the axle. that was enough excitement for one evening. i'll remove the wheel properly tomorrow morning, as well as the fender so i could try fitting it on my trek bike.
my roommate came home around 8:30. he fixed myself a simple sandwich for dinner then spent the rest of the evening pulling photos off of his memory card. while watching an edited version of fight club, i taught him some useful censor-derived euphemisms like the classic "forget you," which he told me he'll incorporate into his everyday speech from now on. later he was mesmerized by alton brown's infinitely complicated american pie recipe.