I'd like to say that I'm writing from the depths of the week, but the week hasn't been that deep. It's thursday. Yesterday was Tuesday. The day before that was Sunday when I was tired and hungover from a night with more night than sleep.

So, it's gone by quickly with minimal kid-induced depression. And I've got the joy of commuting on a bright yellow dirtbike. I'm not yet at any stage of cutting through traffic, living up to my self-given Korean name--권칼로--I'm more at the stage of being cut off by people I'm cursing at beneath my helmut, trying to spend as little time as possible trying to understand how they can be that stupid and still operate a steering wheel. The road full of the other crackjobs deserves my attention.