Finally managed to sell my old Toyota to a nice old Japanese woman and her son who is probably my age, finishing up his master's degree at the University of Hawaii. I went pretty easy on the bargaining, mainly because I just wanted to get rid of the damn thing, and my asking price was set pretty high.
Finally bought my own surfboard, a 9'2" Hap Jacobs. Bright yellow. It's a pain in the ass to get in and out of my apartment with it, but it sure beats the heck out of renting every time I go.
I've noticed that I get yelled at when surfing now, when I break any one of the many rules of surfing etiquette. This never happened before I had my own board, but I suppose now that I am no longer on a rental, I'm supposed to know these things. Still, it's frustrating to see the tourists on their rental boards not catching any flak for their behavior and getting to sit closer to the break. Oh well, one must pay the dues when entering any subculture I suppose.
Our little startup officially launched this past week, which meant it was shit-hitting-the-fan week for me. A few late nights here and there with system hiccups, but all in all it went okay.
None of the above could possibly have been even remotely interesting for anyone. Do I only have interesting things to say when I'm bitterly complaining about something? That's a scary thought.
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