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Thursday, June 04, 2009

flat tire

We were woken up in the middle of the night by thunder--scared the shit out of me. We're supposed to go to Berkeley today but Erik noticed this morning (getting water jugs out of the trunk to make his morning tea) that we have a flat tire. Trying to decide whether to fill it up and hope for the best or take it to the tire shop around the corner. I think we should do the latter.

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