tiredI rode my bike up to Webster to get the hell out of Galveston and its Memorial Day traffic and maybe get something to eat. I thought about emailing Shockwave to see if he wanted to get food (since apparently he might want an excuse to get away from the house) but ... I forgot my cellphone. And without it I can't email him. Oh well.
I found out that cocacola gets bird crap off of chrome pretty well. Hmm.
