I'm broken.
I'm tired.
So I'm all excited to spend a weekend at home, doing whatever it is I feel like with the people I like, and some of whom, love very much. When I get a call. I have to be on the first flight to chicago! So I do that, and get there, and basically I went ALL the way to chicago to sit in an office for 12 hours, 12 HOURS! Discussing what was going to be happening in the next couple of months with the company, or rather. Sitting and not saying anything. I don't even know why I had to be there, so finally I get to go home. Shouldn't be that hard of a thing right?
The first plane I was on had an engine failure, so we had to stop, then they couldn't get a replacement plane for us, so they refunded our money and said 'figure it out'. So I was figuring I'd hop a train, first of all I walked for almost an hour to the closest train station in the bumhell town I was stuck in. Got there and they told me I couldn't get a train they were all full. So now I had to go to the bus station! WHICH WAS WHERE I CAME FROM. So I walked all the way to the bus station got a bus that was PACKED full of people. But finally got on the bus.
And then the bus blew a tire so we were sitting on the bus for two hours while someone came to fix it.
This was the worst travel experience I've ever had.
I think perhaps if my most beautiful of
ladyfriends wants to she should come over for cuddles, cause I'd appreciate that and I don't have to work tomorrow because the markets closed at all so maybe we could do something?
Maybe?
If not, I guess I understand...