It’s not that I don’t have anything to write about. But when you wake up late, miss the train, find out that your car is dead, take another train, discover that you’ve missed all the shuttles to your building, have to take a $22 cab ride to work, work all day, have lots of meetings, get called out for being crabby at work, cry a lot, get distracted, leave work, arrive at home, discover you’ve left your keys at work, meander around town, cry some more, try to get a hold of someone, have a low blood sugar, grab dinner but have the waitress forget to bring your onion rings that you really wanted, ultimately fail at getting a hold of someone, take another train, take a $40 roundtrip cab ride back to work, retrieve keys, get back into the cab, have that cab blow a tire seconds before arriving at the final destination, wait around for 40 minutes waiting for another train, come back, get in yet another cab, have the cabbie yell at you because you tried to help another girl by sharing a cab but discover he wanted to take someone else because he’d make more money by driving into NYC even though technically he could have taken all three of you but he was a jerk and obviously never played chess as a child and thus doesn’t know how to think more than one step ahead and then finally arrive home after a 4 hour commute well… you’d probably be pretty tired too.
I’m telling you that I must cursed. That’s the only possible explanation.
I swear I WILL have a happy post… eventually. Just not tonight.