Cried because I'd have to go to work on my bike again the next day, because I'm a slacker, because I spent $75 to fix the problem that never got fixed, because I make $9 an hour at a job that I kind of like, but kind of hate, where they are talking about not letting me go full-time. If they don't, I don't really know how I'm going to live. I mostly cried because I felt powerless to fix it, and Noah sat and listened and then made me laugh.
So today I'm not crying and I'm still hoping that one day Frederick will run again and I can sell him (which really might make me cry) and get a car. I'm just happy it didn't snow and I can still see the leaves and I can still bike to work. Happy I can still pay the rent and my tithing. Such is life, it's really not so bad. :)