yesterday i drove around town with a guy and he picked out a lot for the price of what i pay for rent for a year, so that was good. today i got the paperwork ready, caught up the taxes, headed over
to his place. made a wrong turn and got a flat tire. changed the tire in the rain.
at the battle of trenton, 1000 hessians were captured, no loss of life to washinton's men except two guys froze to death on the march from valley forge.
then the spare went flat, 2.3 miles from anywhere. i walked the 2.3 miles in the rain and caught a bus home.
tomorrow, go back with another tire.
this was better than that.
strangely, i feel fine, cheerful even. i'm going to have to stop using the depression excuse. feet are cold and wet tho.
on the other hand, this reinforces a belief that cars are unreliable.
