batskeets | Why, it's positively CRAMPTASTIC!

Right, so I finally get my tired body into gear enough to go to work, so I tromp down the stairs to get my bike, and guess what? The lock's broken. The bike's still there, thank god, but when I put my key into the bike lock, it absolutely would not turn, and after I wrestled with it for a couple minutes, the U part just FELL OUT OF THE CROSSBAR. Nothing was holding it in. The hell??

So I had to go out to the store and get another lock. Oh, the joys. But at least now my bike is safe.

Of course, by the time I get back, I'm completely wasted, and guess what else?? Aunt Flo has just dropped in. My body aches just went up threefold.

So yeah, I guess I'm not going to work after all. Insert large amounts of loud swearing here.