Suckage. Driving home from work tonight, not more than several miles from work, my car starts shaking. Oh fuck. I manage to get to the side of the closest exit ramp. Yup. Back passenger side tire is totally blown out.

Fun.

Behold the power of the Internets. I got lament my lot in life on Facebook, and in a few minutes my good friend Brandon had offered to brave the 104-degree heat to change my tire. I heart him, fiercely. I was all donut-tired up and on my way home within 20 minutes of pulling over. Of course, my slow drive home elongated my commute from 17 minutes to like 45.

But now, I are home, pizza is on its way, and I'm avoiding watching TW CoE: Day 5.

Hey guys! How are YOU?