Bored

Here I sit in this empty apartment on a typical Saturday at Paramount Limousine. It's Saturday, so I am given a ton of stuff to do. The reason I get a ton of stuff to do is because "Saturday's are slow." It may have been a long time ago, but since I've been here, it's been hectic. So what happens when I come in is I sit and wait for the next run to come up. About 20 minutes prior, I'll sit and wait for the phone to ring, which it always does. It's always one thing or another. Confirmation, traffice, drivers being dumb, customers being dumb, or whatever the most unnecessary thing that could happen to be happens.

My sister, Crystal, should be coming to LA with her boyfriend today or tomorrow. Don't have money to do much, and I've got to do laundry and stuff so I hope they don't mind doing that.

I was thinking of fixing my bike this weekend, but I had this really horrible dream last night that included my bike falling apart and stopping by a bike shop to get a pump and an adapter for my tube. The owner of this shop was that older fellow at Olympia Cycle in Omaha. While I'm trying to find an adapter, he gets shot somehow. I don't remember how.