DIDN'T. FUCKING. COME. I sat outside freezing my ass off for 45 minutes. So now I called a cab. Another twelve bucks, down the drain.
But waiting at the bus stop was kind of peaceful. Lonely, in a good way. I was glad there was no one else there. And the newly returned birds and their chirping provided a great harmony to the Death Cab For Cutie I was listening to.
Off to work I go, ferrealz this time.