The starter in my car went out on my way to work this morning. As i pulled out of my drivway my car started smoking like crazy and smelling like lung cancer. Luckily i made it to an auto shop before it totally died. So, i ended up paying $600 to fix my car and in return i got to take the day off work and ride my bike around the city taking photos and drowning my sorrows in coffee. As i was riding around thinking about what horrible luck i've had this last year i came to the conclusion that the camel's broken back was the fault of the camel, not the straw.
This isn't to say that things are all bad. I get a proof of The Rain City Fix book in 6 days, I'm finishing my right sleeve later today, and last night i had the first bbq of the season. So, there's that.