It's good day to die

Hip E. is on his way over right now to pick me up. We're supposed to ride over to the Cal game on his motorcyle. I am absolutely, 100 % terrified. Adrenaline pumping through my body -- the whole works. I suspect this is a sign that I need a little more excitement in my life, as most people don't classify motorcyle rides across the Bay Bridge as an extreme sport. I wish I had a Xanax.