Late to the office again, and tomorrow I'm ditching because of fire alarm & sprinkler maintenance they may or may not show up for. I'd like to think I'm due for a vacation, but I've only just qualified at this job, and it's not as if I let the stress get to me; in fact, where it does, and how it differs from working closer to home, is more in the drive here—the "right turn blocker"? I've since identified yet another class of driver that prefers to jam the other side as well, backing it up so far as to prevent those of us who need to get in to make a left, and always before our signal goes red first. So basically, yes, if it can be said that the highway of life has two lanes, I hate people in both. I.e., everyone.

So where was I? Oh yeah: waking up this morning feeling hungover, even after making it to bed by midnight. No excuse yesterday, staying up until 2am doing Assault with the gang, although this time I did have one of those will-killing dreams where I was reduced to an object of pity, an old man who lived in a converted storefront (a discarded hours sign was in the door window). Two little girls just walked in as I lay asleep on the couch and collected some boxes they left inside to keep them dry in the rain while they waited for the bus. Maybe I could go back to school, I mused. Too late now.