Grumpy.
Our car has a flat. Again. This is the third in less than two months--and the tires are all less than a year old. Fuck a bunch of that.
So, that means I have to take the bus to school tomorrow. I looked up the little trip-planner, and the only thing I can find that doesn't have me walking with a twenty-five-ish pound bag for a mile in about four minutes (assuming the bus is on time. It's never on time,) leaves at 7:40 and gets in at 8:14. For my 9:30 class. I hate Texan public transportation.
I had a lot more of the gripety-gripe on here, but I realized I'd only feel silly having it up here...I did the math, and about 90% of the complaining oomph is most likely derived from pre-menstrual grumpsteritis. The above points, however, I will feel righteous about anytime.
So, that means I have to take the bus to school tomorrow. I looked up the little trip-planner, and the only thing I can find that doesn't have me walking with a twenty-five-ish pound bag for a mile in about four minutes (assuming the bus is on time. It's never on time,) leaves at 7:40 and gets in at 8:14. For my 9:30 class. I hate Texan public transportation.
I had a lot more of the gripety-gripe on here, but I realized I'd only feel silly having it up here...I did the math, and about 90% of the complaining oomph is most likely derived from pre-menstrual grumpsteritis. The above points, however, I will feel righteous about anytime.