Feh

I hate those nights where I become so embroiled in a campaign that I forget what time it is. Invariably, by the time I glance at the clock, it's too late to beat the traffic.

Sigh.

Anyway, I'm posting from work at six PM because I don't feel like battling traffic. Or much of anything else. Sadly, there isn't much to do out here; no bookstores or libraries to kill time in, and I don't really feel like overloading on caffeine from Starbucks at this hour. So I sit. And twiddle my thumbs. I guess I could head to Quizno's and get lunch for tomorrow...

I find it mildly infuriating that I could spend hours sitting in traffic to go seven miles...or zip down the five to San Diego and eat dinner with my parents. By the time I hit the typical problem areas in SD, it'll be cleared up.

Hmmm.

(I won't do it. It'll mean another insane drive in the morning.)

Feh. I'll just start bringing stuff to Bucks with me, I guess. Right now I'll limp home.