The kitchen is done.

Half bathroom is done.

My newly rebuilt cycle is done. Blah, Blah, blah. Who cares?

Here is the deal. Tomorrow morning I go into a hospital and get a guy along with a team of staff to make a few holes in my wrist and elbow to releave some nerve pressure in my arm. My wrists are toast. My elbow hurts much. I am really upset about this since now I am going to have some new scars (– broken bones heal; SCARS pull chicks.) Whatever. My stomach is in knots, my nerves are shot. Anytime I have to get something done under anesthesia it really discomforts me. I guess the opposite side of this equation is that I could ask to be unanesthetized, but I would assume given that I am a huge baby for doctor inflicted pain (same goes for dentists; sorry) it’s probably for the better.

Someone out there pass me some good vibes. I need it. I’m scared shitless.

I am very happy with this bike. I may lose the seat and get a new one. Bars are a bit poorly wrapped, but its function. Now I am learning how to ride this thing. Fixed gear is crazy weird. Thanks Mike for letting me chop and tear apart your old bike! This fall = PAINT!

So I forgot to put the rim bands on and within minutes of inflating my new tires, both tubes popped. DUH DAN! Hopefully I can ride tonight. This fall I will be stripping again and painting the bike.