either sick, or...

...tired. Ugh. Today the commute home lasted an interminable 3 hours. My bus that normally leaves Port Authority at 5:50 left at 6:25, with a bunch of people standing. The bus seats 49. There were 64 people on it. Not only is this unsafe, it caused the lady sitting next to me to throw a ton of attitude at the driver. And she was right; the 6:20 bus was right behind us, and those people should have gotten a seat on that bus instead of putting their lives in peril. But, whatever, we all made it home.

Not to play damsel in distress, but I am hoping my boyfriend was being serious when he told me he wanted to propose to me by year's end. Because someone has to save me from commuter hell! And moving out with him to reduce my commute from 2.5 hours to .5 hours would be HEAVENLY.

Bed. Please. Now. And for a long, long time.