This is just one of those days..

...I'd rather forget ever happened.

My best friend in the world, Kjorteo...well, if you see his journal entries from today you can probably tell why I'm guessing he could do without today either..

Makes the problems that I'm having with my bike seem rather pathetic when I think about it...still, doesn't change the fact that I'm royally starting to hate what I have to put up with when dealing with that bike.

As you might know from my past entries, I've been trying to figure out for a while why my front tire kept going flat. Today, I just said screw it, pumped it up for one last trip to the Exchange, and picked up some new tires.

Before I even get home, I start to notice a wobbling sensation under my left foot...I look down just in time to watch the pedal and shaft it's connected to fall off. Yes, you heard me. My bike has gone from a flat tire to falling to pieces. I mean, literally gone to it from a flat tire...as soon as I got back here I checked the tire pressure. The way it'd been acting it should've been flat by then. It was fully inflated still.

This after I managed to pull the tire and rim off the bike. And just before finding myself unable to put it back on thanks to the front brake. Due to the fact that the tire's inflated. The tire that, now that I WANT it to deflate, won't.

So now my bike's sitting down on the rack, parked, with a front wheel and two tire tubes looped around the lock.

And then to top it aaaaallllll off, I have to waste time ironing my uniform again tonight. Why? Of all the people who would choose to see this place, we're getting graced with a visit from King George II himself.

Must...resist...urge...to....fling...pie...