Avoid the chick who has a tire iron....

I knew my carma was at a low point. It shouldn't be anymore, I got a flat on the way home from work.

Yessss... It was so wonderful. In the middle of downtown St. Louis, with no one around, I changed my tire.

Actually, people did pass me in cars. One woman even stopped to offer help. I had everything in hand, though. Bless my dad.

Get to find out if the rim is bent enough to not accept a new tire tomorrow. Arrr.

In other news, Marya is not boinking Galadriel. Despite her protestations that Galadriel wouldn't mind. Uh-huh. And Legolas should have killed you the moment he met you.

Which reminds me. Much thanks to Epona. You beflowered and daisied Sauron the other night. It gave me brilliant ideas.

Sick ideas, but brilliant nonetheless.

I am... still sick with an icky cold. Isn't as bad as it could be, except for the coughing part. Which is starting to go away, thank god.

Get to go in and register for classes tomorrow. Yay.

Hrm. Should go now.