Number of hours I overslept my alarm: 1.5
Number of strange accessories I put on in my just woken up state: 7, I think.
Number of bikes that belong to me that were still locked the the pole outside just as I had left it a few hours prior: 0. Yup. Yeah.
Number of bike thieves who have awesomely terrible timing and clearly no soul: 1
Just a quick sidenote here: DUDE MY BIKE. It's a pretty gnarly blow, because I was really in love with that bike. And when I walked out my door at 3:45 am this morning carrying a big box of flyers, 5 rolls of packing tape, a big map, a pair of scissors and dressed like a complete goon and there was no bike where once there was a bike, I really almost just laid down on the sidewalk and covered myself up with a shroud of neon colored flyers. But one of my flyers says, "Don't give up. FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" And I thought to myself, What am I gonna do, after ALL this time and effort? Just hang it up and go back to bed? No. Shit happens. There's always another way.
Number of nightowl busses it took to get downtown: 2
Number of cop cars menacingly hanging around the Occupy Area: a bunch, I didn't count, but word has it that the city is getting ready to mobilize.
Number of nice dudes riding their bike around at 4 am that I made friends with: 1
Number of flyers he said I could leave on the literature table: "As many as you want. We love flyers here."
Number of Occupy'ers that were wide awake and possibly on some sort of hallucinogenic substance: 8 or so.
Number of crazy ladies with no pants on that begged me to please stop posting flyers: Wait, I gotta tell this story. I was putting up some flyers on the glass of a bus stop when I hear this lady saying, "Don't do that, or they're gonna take us all away!" and I turned around the see the skinniest older homeless lady I'd ever seen WITH no pants on. And I said, "No, no...they're not gonna take you away because I'm posting these." And she said, "Yes, they will. Please stop." And I said, "They won't. If anything, they'll just take me away." And she replied, "I'LL take you away!!!" and then I was like, "You're right. My bad. Have a good one." and continued on my way.
Number of times the clear packing tape I was using curled up into a knot and got stuck on my hand: At least 150,000.
But when it was all said and done, the number of flyers that I put up around the downtown financial district in visible places: about 150.
Not bad for being a bizarrely dressed, half-awake, bikeless packing tape-challenged old girl. But I still have another 500 or so to get rid of so, I guess it's bus city for me again tonite!
Anyways, more information, less nonsense to come.....