sequence

the bugs wake me early and force me to sleep in late. not too late, just late enough that i do less in the day. the pieces fit and i just need to understand that it's best to stand and shut up. less friction. i try to bite the tongue and let it go. no sense in making things harder. it's already bad enough turning off that independent thought alarm. the fork sold. ship it today. list the road bike and see what's up. more stuff to list, cross bike after that. doing business to d omore business, i like the give and take of small-scale capitalism, supply and demand. keys to success fit in the pocket of the opportunist. even though for me success is a new bike for less than what it should cost and even less whne i liquidate stuff that shouldn't be in the shed in the first place. this is the second day in a row i have worn socks with marilyn monroe on them. random sequence of socks flowing thru my drawer. odd. not as odd as my spongebob socks and underwear on the same day a year or so ago. that was weird. enjoy the day, it could be worse, listen to some good music that doesn't suck. maybe some marcy playground and minor threat.