Last night I got a puncture in my rear bike tire. I managed to take the wheel off, replace the tube and tire fine, and get the wheel mounted again. Now my only problem is the derailleur... and that is simply beyond my capabilities. I'm not strong enough to hold the derailleur open and in position AND screw it in where it belongs at the same time. I can do one or the other, but that's a senseless exercise, isn't it?
On top of that, I found out that my former so-called best friend used, betrayed, and abused me in ways I didn't even think possible, and, naturally, it's only my fault because I "allowed" him to do so because I naïvely didn't realize what he was doing until it was far too late.
And, last but not least, I woke up at 3:30 this morning and couldn't fall back asleep. I have to walk to work (since my bike's out of commission), work until 9:30 this evening, then walk back for another 35-40 minutes... and collapse into bed just to do the whole thing over again tomorrow.
Suffice it to say, this has not been a good day for Eric.
