Yesterday morning I noticed my front left tire was pretty damn flat.. I filled it up with air after mentoring and kept an eye on it. This morning it dropped from 40psi to 20. That's not good. So I skedaddled over to Jensen tire to have them take a look at it. Shame on me thinking this would be a short in and out process. Nope.. 8.15 to 11.30am.

Fucking other people with appointments and their car issues.

It turns out a pothole cracked the wall and thus required a new one. I also mentioned my backs were a bit low and the guy looked at me laughing and said "by low you mean damn near bald". Oh something like that. So there's going to be about four hundy. Yeppie.

Oh an unrelated note I think I worked myself into a mild panic attack yesterday after that stupid health screening. I was going the gym and felt like throwing up. About halfway through my routine I came to the conclusion that while the health screen was all doom and gloom it was just a snapshot of what's up. I had no particular expectations of passing with flying colors, but frankly if they would done this a year, three years, or five years ago it would have been worse. Progress has been made and odd metrics like using the same measurements from Gilligan's wedding four years later for my sisters help (that's where my pants had to come in greatly and my shoulders out about as much). I am getting there and I know I could do more here and there (Maybe I shouldn't drink so much... maybe I shouldn't *breathe* so much!).. but it's getting there.

Now back to the f'n grind at work.