If a journal is not for ranting, what is it for?

It's one of those days today. As in one of those days. As it has managed to piss me off about fifteen times and it's not even 8am yet! It started last night when I got a flat on my way home, I didn't feel like changing the tube on the road so I just walked my bike home. It turned out that I had no more spare tubes left and the bike shop down the street closes at 5pm and it was after 5pm. So I settled for using one of the fancy patches I have to fix tubes, except it's all "fancy" and therefore not like the old school sand paper/cement glue/patch stuff... no... it's a self-adhesive patch. I put it on and thought that was that. Except that the patch was absolutely no good and this morning the tube was flat again. Therefore I decided just to run to work, which was rather blah because I need a truck load of dried fruit and/or cheese the night before to run properly and that turned out not to be the case of last night. The final blow came when I realised that I forgot to bring a bra to change into (but at least I remembered everything else) and therefore will have to hang out in my sports bra all day long. So... world, eff you too. At least for today. But we can't end this on a shitty note. So here is mini!Gali on a bike. And well, at the end of the day, probably there are people out there who don't get to ride their bikes or run or walk to work and are stuck in traffic and their days are most likely worse than mine. I mean, I take many things for granted, and that often includes cycling, but teaching a kid how to ride a bike is certainly one of the best things one can do for him or her.