The fat lady singeth

I’ve been cleaning the apartment and doing little chores around home for the last six hours. After lunch, I thought I would try my hand at “fixing” Curt’s bike. He doesn’t really use it, but as I like riding my bike to work, I thought it would be handy to have a spare bike should the tire on my bike blow out in the morning (as it has done twice). So, after about an hour of fiddling with the front tire, I finally managed to get the it off (with a handy letter opener), replace the inner tube, and put the tire back on the bike. I lubricated the gears. I replaced the kickstand. Then, right before I was going to take it for a spin, I noticed the rear tire was a little deflated. So I went to pump it up, at which point I proceeded to get the pump stuck on the little air-nipple thing and ripped the damn thing right off.

And that is how I decided I would do no more work today. I’m going to hop on my bike and ride to the Target to buy myself some popsicles. Happy Saturday!