Thank god it’s Friday. You know what that means? The Village baby. I’ve seen the reviews and they haven’t been that great, but screw them. It’s gonna be scary and I’m gonna love it. So my car was broken into again. This would be the second time and this time they broke the window. Nothing was taken, though, because there’s simply nothing of value in the damn car. Now I’m just stuck with a broken window on the passenger’s side. Guess what? It’s not getting fixed because that car deserves no more money being poured into it. It’s definitely making me want to get on a motorcycle a lot more, though. My classes for it start August 13th and are spread out over two weeks. That’s right. I start Friday the 13th. Bad sign? Let’s hope not. Hey look. It’s time to go home.