came home long enough to make a sandwich (sourdough, cheddar, grey poupon, onions, onion sprouts, spinach, and pesto spread) and a margarita (cuervo, fuzzy water, and lime juice on rocks w/ salt). lo and behold, the first traffic report i hear on KPBS consists, in its entirety, of hazards on the highway

KPBS 1:03 pm:
northbound 805 @ la jolla village drive:
some wood and a blue tarp in the roadway

and looking for it on the CHP website (didn't find it) did find another pedestrian wandering around on the interstate:

7/21/2003 1:07:54 PM: Pedestrian on a Highway
Location: EB I8 JWO JACUMBA (just west of Jacumba)
1:05PM - CHP Unit On Scene

i've decided i need to enter shorter summaries, otherwise this blog is going to get out-of-control-unreadably-burdensome.

and since no blog is an island, here's a few other thoughts while i eat my sandwich:
(1) you know more than you need to about the sandwich's contents; rest assured it's tasty.
(2) the margarita is a little strong and a little sour, and it tastes good too.
(3) went and studied (for the bar, more later) on the OB Pier, the longest pier on the west coast, right here in my lovely little hometown, the People's Republik of Ocean Beach, USA. the pier is reported, at 1,971 feet, to be the longest pier of any kind on the west coast, and the longest concrete pier in the world. (if anyone knows better, i'd love to hear: d j g 92107 aat ya-hoo!).
(4) there were two little kids not getting nearly enough supervision from their asshole adult companions: they took a recently caught, still alive fish, and were deriving great joy from slamming it down as hard as they could on the pier by throwing it, and gleefully giggling as it skidded on the concrete. why are kids so damn violent sometimes? (i can only guess it has something to do with the four adults they were with, who didn't seem to think this behavior was worth comment, i.e., not newsworthy.)

back to studying. bar is in eight days. ick.