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A day so hard to pass, I found myself gripping my seat for dear life. I had an editorial meeting during which I was scolded by my boss for being late, but I couldn't find it in my heart to tell her how it is that I can become an expert cardiologist, trichologist, physical trainer, endocrinologist, nutritionist, dentist, traditional chinese medicine practioner, and paediatrician, all in 20 days of every month.

There's pride in this too, but seriously, I am so underpaid, it is not even amusing anymore.

Funny how everyone else finds it so easy, though. It made me laugh, because I'm watching Psych at the moment and that show makes me laugh at anything.


And some of these people aren't even real PROFESSIONALS.


Someday I shall have my own wiki article.


I have not slept for close to 32 hours.



Guess what time that puncture happened?


I knew something was going to happen. That's right. I got out of my home at 5 because insomnia was driving me up the bloody fucking wall. I had a flat at 6 15. I fixed it finally at 6 55am because I cannot for dear Lord see in the dark.


It is the beginning of the end.


But you know what? I did go to Ben's shop finally when the day ended.

I did get my untrue wheel trued.

I did fix the ablading pad rub that happened after I finally got my wheel back on. For some reason my disc has shifted two shims to the inside. How?

It was perfect before the flat. So how did it happen?


On the bright side the creaks are (nearly) gone.


I am going to sleep now, and tomorrow when I wake up, I expect a whole new me, kicking whole new ass.

Mainly my own.



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