So I came in today planning to get some stuff done before my roommate needed me to take him to the airport. I got that stuff done, which was good. Thus ended the positive portion of my day (not counting a nice little chat with a certain sheep lover...) After that I kind of sat on my ass until my roommate FINALLY called. But he called on my office phone.

Odd.

"Hi, John. Can you come pick me up?"
"Sure...I didn't know you had this number...?"
"I didn't, I called the office. You left your cell phone in your room."

Shit.

Fine, so I go home and get him, and we go off to the airport, except that on 94 I blow my front left tire (like explode blow, not like flat blow) and yet somehow we survive. So we (well, mostly Dave, actually, while I was having a remarkably annoying conversation with AAA) changed the spare on, and got him to the airport in plenty of time. Great.

So then after a really stressful drive home (people are REMARKABLY unsympathetic to the need to drive under 60 with a spare...) I locked my keys in my car and had to go get the apartment spare from the office on foot so that I could open my room, so that I could get my spare car key.

::sigh:: And now I'm expecting to get work done....riiiiight.