My commute isn’t always the best, but at least it’s got a view.
In matching t-shirts.
Mulling around without direction.
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.
Dad got me box tickets through work.
Jen is coming.
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.
You guys, I have to bother you again. Because I really really want you to come to the DC thing.
Here’s the stuff you need to rsvp and book all your shit:
Please come. Awesome people will be there. It will be an evening of joy, love, hugs, friendship, sportsmanship,…