This is not my evening.
I was supposed to be on my way to Shea right now. Instead I am at home.
I was supposed to have treated myself to Wendy's for dinner (which is frickin' gourmet if you've been eating spaghetti for four days straight like I have). Instead I have coldcuts.
I was supposed to at least be able to get to 1st Avenue on the F. Instead I only made it to Broadway-Lafayette and then had to walk the rest of the way in the rain because I just missed the bus.
I was supposed to have treated myself to Wendy's for dinner (which is frickin' gourmet if you've been eating spaghetti for four days straight like I have). Instead I have coldcuts.
I was supposed to at least be able to get to 1st Avenue on the F. Instead I only made it to Broadway-Lafayette and then had to walk the rest of the way in the rain because I just missed the bus.