I smell like an old tennis ball today.

Or maybe an old rope chew toy.

Yes, I flatted again last night. As I finally made it home after carrying the bike the last 6 or 7 blocks, I threw my helmet in the dog's toybin and forgot about it until this morning. Never a good idea to leave anything in there for more than a few seconds. My head smells like a mixture of grass, dog drool, and old tennis ball. Not that I care, it's the end of my week anyway.

You smell, daddy.

So I rolled in w/a patched tube this morning, with every little bump or noise making me worry about another flat or being flat already. But I made it in, and can make it back however tonite. To shower. Quickly.


Current beer-scale: 7.8