It's a saturday night. I had a flat tire coming back from the computer lab. I'm parked at a tire store, but it's closed. I jacked it up, took the lug nuts off, but the tire's stuck to the wheel.
So I walked to the coffeehouse, making comics, drinking espresso, waiting for inspiration.
One plan is to throw hot water on it. Another plan is to walk home, get help from my roommate. Last resort is call the tow company. It's saturday, so I can put it off till tomorrow as long as its
ready by monday. I had gotten one memo done today, a rough draft anyway,but several more are pressing with looming deadlines.
I don't know if it's this old mac, or the district court's website that won't open, but I can't access the site i want right now.
So I'm making comics, staying calm, drinking coffee. It's what and where I'd usually be at this time anyway. That's all for now. Time to walk home I guess.
