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This is not the beginning of a good weekend. I had a flat tire on my way to work this morning, while I was on the Old Hallowell RD in Chelsea. I drove it to the state parking lot across from AMHI. By the time I got there, my tire was toast, holes in it and everything. I was going to change my tire, but not only could I not get the lug nuts off, but my jack does not work. I almost cried. I drove it down the road a little further to the Big Apple on Stone St. where I was able to call work and have someone come get me. So now my car is at the gas station, waiting for me to get there around 1:30 this afternoon. I have to leave early today, which means I have to work 5 hours tomorrow to get my 40 for the week. I also have to work on Sunday because I have to go with my father to his doctors appointment on Monday, my 3 hour glucose test on Wednesday, and my regular OB appointment Friday. I am not amused.