So I'm just headed back from class, probably thinking about food and returning my library books when I hear a nice, lovely, "POP! Tssss..." By pure magic and determination, I manage to get to my room, bouncing up and down like a damn baby on somebody's knee.

The guy was coming to fix my tires tomorrow anyway since they are as old as the sun but come onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. So I'm auditioning people to carry me around until tomorrow afternoon. I can do piggyback rides or you can drag me around in a sled. (You bring the snow, pal.)

This is why you need a functional manual wheelchair. Unlike mine. It's too small and it's all roughed up.

ENTERTAIN ME.