Last Friday, on my way home from work somewhere around eleven in the evening, Argo broke down. Literally: the sadle is so rusty it just broke. And since the sadle couldn't bear any weight (let alone mine) on it, I had to pedal standing. Alas, the pedals have not been designed to bear continuous standing so the other of the pedals just fell off while cycling in front of the police station. I believe whoever was on guard that evening has lots of nice footage on their security cameras of yours truly stopping quickly, slowly putting the cycle lay on the ground, walking calmly to the fallen pedal lying on the street, lifting it up and then scream. I can assure you, walking on a warm Friday night over an hour home in Finland... I probably looked so pissed that even drunkards could see amidst their alcohol veil not to come and share their drunken wisdom with me.
Anyway, this morning my mother brought me a new bike. Well, technically its my sister's but she has a car for the time being so I can borrow the bike. And since she will be moving in the Land of the Rising Son this month (she'll be studying in the university, too; I go, she comes instead - the teachers have got to be thrilled...) I get to use the bike until she hits the town. She's been having trouble finding a sensibly priced flat sensibly near the university. I don't think ever realised how lucky I was to find a cheap room in a trio five minutes away from the university.
In a nutshell: I'm grateful for a bike that works!
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And now, time to continue with Crunch and Cortex. I had trouble determining what exactly I'm expected to do there, but thank heavens for an excellent boss guide at VU Games!
(Damn, I'm tired... three hours of sleep... well, at least I'm more likely to get in bed tonight in time: I'll have my final week at work beginning tomorrow at six thirty.)
