I spent an hour and forty five fucking minutes on the bus this morning because apparently it's winter now. As in raging blizzard that slows the traffic down to a goddamn stand still. And thus my planned morning of writing instead was wasted on being squished into the window by the old man sitting next to me who slept pretty much the whole way (at
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The good thing about kids not being able to tell the time is you can put them to bed pretty much whenever you like, just by telling them it's bedtime, even if it's not even eight o'clock. *is evil
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