This is going to be a forced blog post.
One that I’m just posting for posting.
Because I decided to blog post everyday even when I don’t have much to say, but I want to keep my record of posting everyday.
I haven’t missed a day in a while.
And it’s Saturday.
I need to run to the border. Pick up some guys from Minnesota. Bring them down to Tijuana. And do a bachelor party tour.
So I will most likely have way more to say tomorrow than today.
I’m still sick.
My lips are incredibly chapped. I woke up to my lips bleeding.
That’s how fucking dry they are.
My nose is still filled with mucus.
And I’m still coughing.
It’s tour time soon.
It shall be a fun tour. Despite my sickness. I have to go soon and do this!
There is some reddit drama over someone I banned. Don’t have time to deal with it. Who knew reddit and modding a subreddit would warrant drama?
It was a dumb post. She was unnecessarily rude and offensive. And very ignorant. And I have to apologize?
Fuck this shit.
I have a good 15 minutes before I go. Everything ready?
Mexican passport. Check.
Stuff my pockets with toilet paper to blow my nose. Check.
Cellphone full battery. Uncheck.
Goddammit does Pokémon Go drain the battery. But I couldn’t help it. Got me some more festive Pikachus. And more thingys. And I’m almost level 23.
It will be a challenge to not check for Pokémons at all today. Or my phone will die. Then I’ll be phoneless for the tour. And that’s not a good look.
I hope the border is not a mess. Though I am pretty sure it will be.
Wish me luck!
Still waiting for the phone to charge all the way.
I don’t have much to say.
Blog post needs a picture.
That’s a pretty cool one.
My brother asked me for one of my most popular pictures of Tijuana. I sent him the super moon rising over the border. He converted it to that. Which kinda looks like my tattoo in a way (which, yes, it is based on Van Gogh’s Starry Night).
I liked it a lot.
It was meant to be turned into a shirt. He didn’t get the green light. So it just stayed as that image.
It’s my cover photo on my Facebook.
Tour today. Sigh. Like always. Before a tour, I’m nervous and I’m not sure what to expect, and I’m not really feeling confident. But once it starts. It’s all fun times! And it will be decent money….
Oh. I haven’t worked in the article I said I was going too. I used sick days as an excuse. But I’m dumb. I should have finished it by now. Fuck.