
I ran out of gas and stopped to refill. When I fired it up again, the tire was flat. I don't know why.
I pushed it home two miles. It's six thirty; I just got in.
I haven't eaten all day and there's nothing cooked up. I'm frying frozen hamburger.
I'm going to try to patch my last tube, using rubber cement and a patch made of old bicycle innertube.
Guess I won't collect duck eggs tomorrow; I'll be in too much pain to walk in the morning.
Tomorrow's midweek of my series; I HAVE to go back. I HAVE to finish this week! DAMMIT!
I'm afraid to use "Slime." It seems one must remove the valve stem and I don't know how to do that, nor if I can replace it properly.
I was too tired tonight to examine the wheel.
I'm so miserable! And I'm in sooo much pain.
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