My commute isn’t always the best, but at least it’s got a view.
Teenagers.
With lanyards.
In matching t-shirts.
Mulling around without direction.
Or running.
Or walking at a normal pace but making sudden stops.
And standing on th left side of the escalator.
But always yelling to each other.
Even though they’re only feet away.
Giving me a headache.
Teenagers.
GOING TO SEE KENNY CHESNEY, ERIC CHURCH, AND ELI YOUNG BAND NEXT SATURDAY!
Dad got me box tickets through work.
Jen is coming.
CANNOT WAIT!
Nine thirty
It seems so small, but being to work at nine thirty, rather than nine, makes a huge difference. It makes my morning commute more relaxed. The past two days have been nine thirty days. I wish every morning was a nine thirty morning.
