Travelled to my place of employment by way of SEPTA. Having made it home alive, and without a bullet lodged in my skull, I'm hoping to have a repeat of the day on Friday. Am grateful that I have off tomorrow (although I'm sure the mother will have me doing marvelous things around the house such as cleaning and the like).
Gripes of the day:
1) I would like to inform the mobile public that "pedestrians have the right of way, fuckers!" Also would like to inform Mr. Five Axle Truck Man, that cutting corners close when there are people standing on them is a great way to lose your job. What's that you say, call "1-800-HowsMYDriving?" Don't mind if I do.
2) Tall red-headed R.N.'s whose names start with an "M" and end with a "onica."
