Take Me Home

Please, someone. After arriving back at the station, we figured it was all good. Having been to that section of Cary numerous times before and having just gone there two days earlier, we weren’t expecting problems getting home. Ugh. Am I retarded or what? And are all the streets there circles? Because that’s what I was driven in. Ugh. Yet another reason most women won’t date me: an abject fear of starvation. The likelihood of my vehicle getting hit, breaking down or getting lost is so high, women are terror-stricken about the prospects of being be found on the side of the road trying to get nutrients from the dirt.

Eventually, and I do mean eventually, we got home. Sleep was not too hard to come by that night. Just in time to wake up bright and early for work. Ugh. But at least I didn’t have to travel that week.