January 10, 2002 :: 5:15 p.m.
this is what I get for calling my car a crack head
Note to self: Never insult car. It's bad karma.
I got a flat tire today. Amanda and I were on our way to Subway Cafe for lunch, and I guess I ran over something sharp. I've never gotten a flat tire before. And it wasn't just flat, either; this thing blew up. There were strips of tire rubber all over the place. Not fun. We were stuck on the side of 81 North for about an hour, because we couldn't get ahold of anyone. We ended up calling AAA (Triple A), and they came and changed my tire. Now there's a very flat tire with no bottom in my back seat, and I can't drive my car. I'm going to get a real tire put on tomorrow, though, so it's okay. I'm just glad Amanda had her cell phone; otherwise, we would've been walking.
Zelda is calling me. Must go play.
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