You know what I really hate? When you drive home from a long day (and I'm talking 21 hours) and actually have to contend with morning FUCKING traffic because it's already 8 AM. I mean, all I want is to get home immediately and into my bed... I actually passed my mom on her way to work.
Writing this since it's now useless. Have an hour and a half to sleep, but had to do some stuff. Now thinking if I should still sleep or not.
It helps that I feel I am watching something great unfold.
In a few hours I leave the house again, and will probably not return until tomorrow morning. Again.
I should be sick tomorrow.
Good thing I have a lot of unwatched DVDs.