ugh
The problem with a great weekend is it makes the rest of the week feel long. But hey, enough, since I know you're thinking, "Quit your bitching!"
Its one of those glass half empty/half full things. On the bummer side, tonight was a late work night. However, the plus side to working late for me is that the ride home on the T is much less crowded. And this is a good thing. Because you get to sit down.
You see, if you ride the Boston subway during rush hour, you will probably stand. This is okay too, unless the train is too crowded for you to get a handle to hold onto. Because the ride ends up being a lot longer:
- yeahhhahhha, we've started CLUNK (as the train jumps into gear)
- ...a little still, quiet period...
- scrreeeech wooooah! (as the train goes around a curve. you stick out your hand to keep from falling, and it lands right on some girl's backpack, she glares at you as you profusely apologize)
- (okay, I'd better find a rail to hold onto, no matter what it takes...here one is) ahhh ahhh ahhh crap (you didn't know that if you grab a rail without having your feet balanced, you spin around during the next curve, looking like a total idiot.)
Not today!