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I really thought Friday was going to be a good day. It was the end of the week, friends are coming up from LA to play a show, and the mics for my upright were going to show up. So I roll out of bed, throw some clothes on and head to work. Just as I pass the toll booth to cross the Bay Bridge, my fucking car overheats. I pull over, trying not to freak out. I just had it in the shop last month because the hose busted. So I'm thinking "Fuck, those assholes did a bad job and now it's fucked again." I pop open my hood, check my coolant, and the entire thing is full. That's weird. So I check everything else, and nothing's wrong. Then I notice the engine isn't really even that hot. While I'm doing this, a cop comes over to see what's wrong. I tell him my car overheated, so he calls CalTrans to have me towed. After an hour, the tow truck shows up and tows me to my dealership. They give me a bad ass Cavalier (sarcasm?) and I head to work three hours late. Yay. After work, I call them and they say it's ready for pickup. I drive down, the manager follows me to drop my rental off, and takes me back to get my car. On the way, there's a car fire a couple blocks away from us with flames that were probably about 10-15ft. high. Amazing. So I get back, sign some paperwork, and they tell me they couldn't find anything wrong with it. Great. So if it happens again, just have it towed back. Awesome. Just have it towed back!

Well I did end up getting the mics for my bass, but I had to go out and buy a twenty dollar cable for it, wich means no food for me again. Blah. I've got two day old Church's in the fridge waiting for me, though.

On a really bad ass note, Black Monday are playing at the 12 Galaxies in the Mission. I will be a guest plus one, and free drinks for me courtesy of a good homey. Hopefully.