I left for work, stopped by the grocery for some fruit and a Arnold Palmer. As soon as I leave the grocery I get a flat, I run home, jump in the car and drive to work.

I'm cursed with flats lately. I've been getting at least 2 a week. This time it was because the GP4000 had a puncture in the side. When I get home i'll patch it with a dolla, holla and ride over to the co-op to try and put a new cog on the wheel, get some lights(finally) and then go to school.