My mom, the wonderful woman that she is, came through town yesterday and gave me a chain tool with which I could fix my broken bike chain.

Today I got the broken link off, and in the process of reattaching a new link, broke the chain tool.

I now have an unconnected length of greasy bike chain in a plastic bag under my bed, a sore back, and grease ground into every available crevasse of my hands.
Yeah, I love my bike. But it's gonna have to wait.