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Half sprezzatura, half wabi sabi, half cockamamie, all chaos Muppet. An adequate motorcyclist and a terrible dancer. She/her.
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Wasn’t sure if I should stay home from class yesterday until I coughed hard enough in the kitchen that I could hear a faint, ringing echo off the steel stove hood and the electric kettle.

Can’t believe this weird little cheddar gremlin lives in my home and sleeps in my arms at night like a teddy bear

Second MIG welding class session went way better. I wasn’t much good at it but I got mad in the way that I know means I’m gonna end buying my own welder.

Please enjoy this photo of Buddy yelling at me because he can’t find the small, almost square piece of white cheddar cheese I tossed to him.

I’d been anxious about taking my KLR back out after its three-year hiatus, but once I topped up the battery and connected the cleaned and calibrated carb, I just had this sense of peace about it whether it would run. So I skipped a test ride around the block and just jumped into traffic.

Still sick. The cat bit me for coughing too much.

Bored of this phase of being sick where I can’t talk and can’t go for walks, but it beats the fever days where I was too sick to hang out in the beanbag chair with the cat.

Day seven of being sick. Lost my voice yesterday and it’s not back yet. Slowly going mad from the squeaking and creaking in my sinuses. Guess I’ll watch Steve McQueen movies while whoops, accidentally robotripping.

oh my god cat they’re not treats they’re my cough drops GO AWAY

parker's truck stop sign, winnemucca, nevada, 1991

Bought a heat gun and finally bent the crooked milk crate I found a few years ago back into shape. Unbelievably satisfying.

Today I got to distract myself from being terrible at fixing motorcycles by being even worse at welding!!!

Yesterday I accidentally got so stoned I forgot how to remove a motorcycle wheel. Today I didn’t exactly redeem myself — it took me about nine thousand years to bleed the brakes on a Ducati. I also got brake fluid in my hair.

Photo of a complete goober who registered his annoyance with my being out of town last night by somehow pooping in his water bucket, which is TALLER THAN HIS BUTT.

I forgot that this Habitat for Humanity store is the one that manifests my heart’s desire if I’m not careful, and walked out with a no-name-brand old bench grinder with only two things wrong with it.

The new garage chalkboard is up, complete with inspirational quote.

Sorry laptop guy with no hearing protection but this isn’t a quiet car, it’s actually a cafe car where Amtrak wants me to get drunk and eat extremely crispy Doritos

Here I am, a factory worker enjoying his lunch in the North End of Boston on January 15, 1919. I’ve survived the influenza pandemic, I’m feeling good about life, and I’ve never been more confident I will not be swallowed up by a flood of liquid sugarcane extract

Stress-buying mail-order Medjool dates from the Coachella Valley will fix me

Made my first oxy-fuel welds yesterday! They were pretty bad but other rookies still oohed at them. I guess my mediocre skills with wood burning pens and sewing machines transfer to welding.

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Signed up for a third semester of community college motorcycle repair classes and y’all, I have a 4.0 GPA for the first time in my life.