OK, it is official. I am cursed. Tire blew out.... AGAIN! I get on the freeway, and I'm about to make the Pacific exit. There's a guy on the side of the road fixing his car and I see him throw something into the road. Of course it has to go under my tire and before I know it, I feel the familiar feel of a flat tire. I stop at the gas station, which luckily has a mechanic shop, and they change my tire for 95 bucks. Great waste of money. Very edgy the entire day after that, mainly because I had 2 essays to write for tonight's class. Went to my doctor at 1pm and he said the swelling in my back should go down in about 6 months. Of course the first thing I ask is "when can I start doing situps again?" He looked at me, chuckled, and said "the next time you do situps, you'll be 20." Ouch. I start pool therapy at a "certified pool therapy location" in 2 weeks. Yay. Didn't have time for the 2 essays. Decided to drop English 104. Shrug.

In other news, Harry (business partner) got the cl55. Oh so sexy.