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| 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. | |
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| So I walked to the coffeehouse, making comics, drinking espresso, waiting for inspiration. | |
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| 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 | |
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| ready by monday. I had gotten one memo done today, a rough draft anyway,but several more are pressing with looming deadlines. | |
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| 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. | |
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| 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. | |
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