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I woke up in the morning already grumpy and feeling tired. Groaning, I rolled over and turned off my beeping alarm and smacked it a few more times for good measure. I yawned and stumbled across the room to get to the bathroom for a shower that I hoped would help energize me. I turned the shower handle and stuck my arm out to test the water temperature as I usually did. I heard water, but nothing hit my arm. Looking up, I saw that the water was coming out in a trickle instead of a steady spray. The water pressure was truly dismal. I went ot the sink to test its water pressure, and it worked just fine. I heaved a sigh and went to test my roommate's shower. It was in the same sad state as mine. "Great, just great," I muttered. Returning to my bathroom, I thought about whether or not I should just have a sponge bath or try to bathe using the sink. I decided things weren't desperate enough to go that far yet and took my chances with the shower.
After getting out of the shower (which was definitely not energizing), I hurriedly scarfed down some breakfast. I raced down the stairs and turned a little too quickly, ramming into a bike that was parked beneath the stairwell. I watched in horror as it fell over and took two other bikes down with it. I swore and bent down to pick the bikes up and put them where they used to be. "Why can't these stupid people park their bikes at the bike rack like I do?" I grumbled.
I raced to the bike rack (which only had one other bike locked to it and therefore left plenty of room for the ones under the stairwell) and unlocked my bike. I was pulling it backwards when I realized something felt wrong and there was a funny little rubbing noise. Looking down, I saw my fear was a reality--the rear tire was completely flat. "No! It was fine when I got home last Friday!" I checked my watch and saw I had fifteen minutes until class started, so I raced back to my apartment to get my handheld bike pump. I pumped the wheel, but it was to no avail. The tire was truly dead. I ended up hoofing it to class.
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