For the first time in about five or six years I actually give a damn about sports. Actually getting out to Twins games this year has gotten me really excited about the playoff race we had, and now I'm going to see them in the playoffs. I started taking off work on Sundays to catch the Vikings games, and I'm really enjoying it.

So anyway, go Twins!

Those extra few minutes of sleep after you hit the snooze alarm are just about the sweetest bits of life you can experience at eight in the morning. So I hit the snooze three time, and decided that I need to get up and get to class. I put on a sweater cause it's been so cold these past few days. I step outside and realize it's even colder. This inspires me to run back inside and grab a hoodie, but alas, I'm ready to go to class.

So I bound down the stairs and spree in an excited manner to the temple that is my car. I hop in, get my ipod warmed up and ready to play me some talk radio I downloaded to make my day start with laughter. I start rolling down the street, "Wait a minute, something feels weird, do I have a flat?" Pull over, hop out, sure enough, Jesus knew today I had things to do like nap during my five hour break after class before work, so he decided it'd be fun to make me do something useful by coming along and fucking my tire right there on the street.

Have to cancel my appointment to help out the film club and work their table at the info fair, with the excuse 'flat tire.' Who even believes that excuse when you tell them? I'd say very few. Instead, they think you've just finally finished downloading the new movie featuring Kassi Kunt and feverishly masturbating to it. So now I'm a pervert with a flat tire, thanks a lot Jesus.