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5: I'm gonna crash into the weekend

Luke Oliver

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A view of the Wasatch Mountains, taken in early November, showcasing the neighborhoods nestled up against the slopes, and the beginnings of a snowy winter.
A beautiful view of my home turf, from across the freeway. I don't think you can literally see my house in the image, there are trees in the way, but it is theoretically in the field of view.

Crash into the Weekend is a song by The Hives that I've fallen in love with in the last couple months. It isn't deep or significantly meaningful, but it's the kind of dumb fun that I absolutely adore in rock songs like this. It's perfect for a walking or biking soundtrack, or when you need a soundtrack for doing the dishes.

"I'm gonna crash into the weekend like a busted jaw,
Riding shotgun to a monkey on a circular saw,
Last place, Human Race,
I'm gonna crash into the weekend like a swinging mace
I'm gonna crash into the bottom of a bottomless pit,
and on the bottom of that bottom of that bottomless pit,
erect me a ladder, I got a job to get done,
and hit the weekend like the demon's most favourite son"

I cut off the end of that verse, it just repeats the last line a few times as the song ends, but the dumb fun that's laced through those words is just so pure and raw, it's a vibe that I need sometimes, to get me through something mundane or make my sonic environment more fun

I think this song is a perfect thing to talk about today, because this weekend is a long weekend, and I'm headed home tomorrow morning bright and early (flight leaves Dulles at ~7:30 AM, the Uber I scheduled is picking me up at 5). I took a melatonin after I got home from work at like 6:30, and writing this at 8:20, my eyes are doing the itchy thing which means I'm supposed to be tired and sleeping, and I will be soon. After I finish this post, I'm loading my laptop into my backpack, and then backpack into my carryon, and tomorrow morning I'm gonna go get on a plane and head back home. I'll only be home for two days, really, my flight back here to DC is Sunday night at ~8 PM, but it'll be really nice to see my family and friends back home, if only for a little while.

The break from skating will be really nice, my hip still has a nasty black bruise on it from me eating shit on Tuesday, and my right ankle has decided that it hates me; I think because every time I go flying off of the board I instinctively land on it, and that's been happening quite a lot recently. I did ride switch most of the way home today, and I've been getting better at it, so I can get around my right ankle's anger by simply pushing with my left, but I am more comfortable in motion with my left foot forward. Something innate in my balancing abilities prefers it that way, even though it's fundamentally the same, the feeling of riding switch is significantly different.