I didn't even finish my first errands of the day before Murphy bit me in the @$$ again.
I ran out of gas on the way to work...had to go home and get my bicycle and a gallon of gas. Good exercise, though.
I guess next time I'll only let the gas gauge get to one whole needle width below the Empty line before I fill 'er up.
I'm so paranoid about running out of gas (this IS Las Vegas, y'know) that I get panicky if it goes below a quarter tank.
But I know the feeling...I had a whole month like that.
Bummer. I used to tend to fill up at a quarter-tank, but with my short commute I often let it go down to an eighth or so.
I also fill up on Fridays.