You were probably wondering...

You may have been driving home from work today, or sitting in the back of your ride share, or maybe you even telecommute; sitting there and thinking to yourself-

'I wonder what it would be like to commute on my old 10 speed. And to one night, oh around let's say midnight, after a nice ol' 13 hr. day, have just crested the first hill of my journey home, with that unspoken nod of approval, that acknowledgement of another step up, the first chapter of this journey closed, the first theoretical back-patting after a long day, and about to descend apon a good stretch of lightless suicidal road, and then suddenly, have my chain snap. I wonder what that would be like?'

You just might have thought this in complete abandon and wonder this evening, maybe around 4 or 5 o'clock. On the way to a warm dinner with possibly a loved one to share the dusk glow. This exact thought may have flashed through your mind.

well, yeah, it fucking sucks
just in case you were wondering

the Tattoo Conspiracy; Failings of Higher Math

I was never good at math. I tried.
People explained it as another language; once you learn it, fluency will come.
Apparently I speak in tongues.
Granted, I can balance my checkbook. If I try I may even be able to calculate my change before I get it.
I was raised on a weekly budget. As children my brother, sister and I received biweekly payments. With said payments we were to budget out our every need. Food and board were of course provided by the administrator(read:parent). So I'm comfortable with this whole tracking-money thing. I flew through that math book intro.
Yeah, in say, 7th grade.
And that may just be the end of my mathematical phenomena. This is result of my mind being an artistic one.
Algorithms, surprisingly, are not an option here.