Flat

Guys, I am missing my poolside chair at Anaheim.

A lot.

I think about it constantly.

The last three days, getting up to go to work, have not been my most favorite.

It's dark.

It's freezing cold.

I feel heavy and icky.

And yesterday, after arriving to work, I had a flat tire.

Flat.

Like, pancake flat.

When I was informed, I just sat in my office and cried.

Shook my head and cried.

Welcome back to real life, Heidi Rae.

Xavier and Billiam went out, unloaded the trunk and pulled the donut out.

It was raining.

So were my eyes.

They put the donut thing on there.

When I left work, I went to my friend's house who works for a dealership.

He tested the tire and found that there was a screw in it, but it had come back out.

However, it was still definitely leaking.

Plus, the tires are basically bald.

So, I let my eyes rain some more.

It's what I do.

We went to the tire place and they replaced two of the four tires because that was all I had left on my credit card.

Apparently, for safety purposes, I need to replace the other two as soon as I win the lottery.

Carry on.