3.21.2008
Mornings are worthless
Like most kids who grew up on comics, I always assumed my keen senses would alert me when in danger of attack. Villians, minions, henchmen, haters, whatever. Of course, I also thought it physically possible for special powers to develop over time. There were a lot of lies when I was a child.
Turns out my senses suck. I took the bus this morning to work, as I often do, and woke up nearly in issaquah. The QUAH. Where there's nothing but gas stations and places Isaac Brock has fallen down blackout.
The worst part (the worst part! As if waking up early to show up late doesn't bite enough) is that I'd rather be at work. I'D RATHER BE AT WORK. What kind of mixed up life am I living?
In conclusion, mornings are worthless.
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Ah, such travel trevails I have experienced in my youth as well. You have just begun honing your Metro skills - the ability to wake up 5 seconds before your stop has to be refined over many many ages. Someday, when you are ancient like me, you will know this power. It also helps if you have a driver that calls out stops...
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