Bikeless

So nothing permanent happened, just a flat tire. The world, however, seems to be conspiring against me to keep it flat. Somehow everything but fixing a flat has happened. I got a job,  I restrung my guitar, I lost a game of soccer, I beat Guild Wars, I did homework, I finished my computer program that is due in over a week, and I studied. I have the tools, the knowledge, and the love of grease that the job requires, it just doesn't seem to want to get done, and I don't know why. I love my bike, I like working on it, and walking to class is painfully slow. I guess my life is going well if the best thing I can write about is a flat tire, eh?