Sometimes life decides to fuck with you when you least want it to.  I go up to my car to go home, and my rear right tire is flat.  Like, cartoon flat.  So, I have take off the tire.  That goes fine until I try to actually remove it.  it's stuck on tight.  I mean fused on like it was welded.  I haven't had to remove it since I bought the car so maybe it's just some contact rust or something, but damn that thing is holding on.  And I don't have a hammer or a crowbar to help, so I had to fucking call Acura.  they're sending a guy, which is so stupid.  I feel like an eedjit.  He'll have a hammer or something and in two seconds the tire will be off.  It's gonna take him a half hour to get here and I was supposed to be up in Sherman Oaks to see Speed Racer at 8:30 pm. 

It ain't gonna happen.

The Universe has a way of kicking you when you least expect it.  And then it runs off snickering at you from a distance.

So, how' s everyone else's Friday evening?  : )