In other other news I had some trouble at work today and got a little down, so I finally caved in and had a beer.

And then I sang all the way to Jurong as I rode there to return library books (comics, really)


I shot the sheriff... but I didn't shoot the deputy....

and had a flat.

Fuck. Why is it so that I'm having a neat time and now I get a flat?

I decided to take a cab back, as I really wanted not to have insomnia tonight. Paranoia and fear runs deep in my veins.

Here's Moose-Stang fresh home in a cab. It's really insulting for any mountain bike to be in this way.




Poor boy... I'm so sorry. I will always bring my pump and spare tube with me next time... k?

I promise... :~(