What a weird day. Woke up watched Punch Drunk Love which I really liked because unfortunately I identified with Adam Sandler's character way to much. Thats not the crappy part.
Went to tool rental place to rent a car polisher because I want to sell my heavily oxidized truck. Received the mega-huge-turbo industrial version. Went to four places to try to find cut polish, wax, buffing wheels... not any one of the places had any of the three items I was looking for, growing extremely agrivated at this point. Smashed my knee so hard outside Lordco that it instant bruised and now I cant bend it without much pain. Got pissed off at smashing my knee and threw my sunglasses into the car from the passenger side.... clear right through the opposite open drivers side window, broke them. Got home, burned several nice swirl marks in the paint... decided to scrap the whole idea and take it to a professional. Cleaned my engine with 2 cans on engine degreaser, breathed in too many fumes got light headed almost passed out, sprayed it direcly in my eye, used hose to rinse it out for 10 mins. Manager came down and reamed me out for making the underground smell like gasoline.
Then, outside appartment, did my good deed for the day by helping a stranger (girl) change her car tire which had the lug nuts torqued on with the force of God. Her tire was flat, then her spare that I put on - also flat. Then while looking in her trunk, found the cigarette lighter powered tire inflator - pumped up the spare (note: could have been used to inflate the tire I removed.
Come back to my apartment... home for 5 mintues - apartment manager furiously pounds on my door - I put pants on and open. "Huge water leak downstairs, is it coming from your apartment?", and she comes right in. Me, furiously looking for contriband to stash away... she finds no leak. I go downstairs to see where the leak is going to.... no shit... directly into MY storage locker in the basement (yes, only mine out of 30 others). Leak was from the guy directly below my appt. I haven't surveyed the damage yet, here's hoping.
Attempt to go out for an ice cream or a coffee with April. driving through intersection of Galardi and Broadway (bottom of SFU hill), as I'm coming through the intersection, I see this guy on a bike come down the hill and fail to stop in time for the stopped cars, back end comes out, slides, grabs, highsides... over.. right on to the head. Fuck! Jump out of the truck run over and hes struggling to pick the bike up. I do it, and take to the side of road, assess situation, he's shaken up but ok I think. Bike (88 BMW) is fucked, engine case cracked. He's kinda out of it, tries to start it and gas sprays out everywhere! Fuel leak, I shut it off, stay with him for 10 minutes to make sure he's ok, tell him I'll call him in 5 minutes with that TOW & RECOVERY guy I heard about on the site. Got home, found # of BCSB, called him on his cell and now he's not answering. Left a message. Now I'm kinda worried, he was sweating quite a lot, although I made sure he was ok, maybe he was in shock.
Weird day. I'm staying inside now. Damn.... I just remembered, I forgot to pick up my laundry.