traffic blues

How I hate my stupid little commute.

Yesterday I left for work at 8:55 am and was caught in traffic so bad it took me an hour and a half to do what, on a Saturday, takes 20 minutes. (Of course, my roommate-colleague was not so lucky: she never made it to work, having been rear-ended by a pick-up and spending the majority of her day at the hospital being diagnosed with whiplash. Seems I'll be on my own this week.) I was so pissed when I finally rolled into work after bumper-to-bumper jams that I swore I'd find a way to get up earlier today and beat the masses to the highway.

And then I had to watch a movie that needed to be returned to BB today (Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou; interesting little movie....) which took till midnite, and then I couldn't fall asleep right away ...

Set my clock for 7 am but didn't need it, because the excessive heat woke me already at 6. Putter, putter, putter, and I was out by 7:15. YAY! SUCCESS! But the traffic was STILL heavy! However, I managed to get to work in half an hour anyway, so no harm done.

Except for my utter lack of sleep. [YAWN] Damn, I'm tired.