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Well it was bound to happen sooner or later. At about 6:30 this evening a pickup truck making a right turn onto Stevens Creek just before 280 bumped into me. I’M FINE. Bike’s fine, cell phone’s fine. I’m fine. Even had Mike check me out after I got home; certified fracture-less ^^ .

It was a dark intersection, the guy was looking too far left to see me, by the time his eyes were in front of him again so was I, evading left since I saw him pulling out when he shouldn’t have been. My right arm pushed off against his hood, I didn’t fall, the only thing to hit the ground was my cell phone and my feet.

He got out of his truck, gave me his business card and offered to pay for any damages, which were minimal.

Only thing that I walked away with, in addition to the card, was a neat story and the ability to say I was hit by a truck ^_^ .

On a more cheerful note, Mike and I made a bunch of money playing Texas Hold’em this afternoon at Garden City. I found out how great it is to be listening to my MP3 player and not the other players when I’m playing cards. My last hand I bled four other players who went to the river against my constant betting and pocket aces.

Got to meet Preston for lunch and will be getting together with some of the Old Guard for a friendly little home game.

Yep….a fun day and an interesting night with more to look foreword to.

Woke up from a dream at about 5:30 this morning. Scribbled it down as an SMS before falling back into a fitful sleep.

I was living in a house next to campus that had a layout similar to the house I used to live in on Hillview. My housemate wanted to move into the garage so she could have a seperate locking entrance so that the random guys she was planning on starting to bring over couldn’t get into the rest of the house. Mike and Cath were also living there.

One of the guys the housemate going into the garage was bringing over she met showed up in a beat up black Celica. She said his name was Shortie. He was short for a guy, maybe 5′ tall, and quite round. Thinking back now, I don’t think he would have actually fit in a Celica. My Mom and her bf were there visiting and Shortie was trying to teach me how to give props the way he liked. I didn’t appreciate being tutored by this guy and when he came at me for a shoulder knock (after I side-stepped the first three) I decided to flip him over and floor him. Guess I’d been getting some marital arts training in my dream-world ^^ .

Mike and Cath pointed out that with a spare room in the house we could bring in someone who’d fit with our house better. It was a good point. 

In the dream that punctuated the fitful sleep that followed I was tied into some myspace speed dating situation. *shrug*