deflated? No.

We’re driving home from the gig about midnight and the tyre pressure sensor light comes on.  (I didn’t know the car had such a thing.)

This morning one of my neighbours knocks on the door and tells me one of the rear tyres is flat.  I thank him, but greet the news with a distinct lack of concern.  It’s OK.  Everything is cool.  Today nothing can phase me.  Unlike this tyre, I’m still high from last night.