i swear i have no luck with trans island buses. none at all, zero, zlich. i could wait more than half an hour for a bus and walk away in desperation to seek other modes of transport and see the bus zoom past me 20 metres away from the bus stop. it must be my imagination that the bus actually slowed down when it passed me, just to make sure i catch a full glimpse of myself missing it.
it has been such a cold and rainy weekend, i have not even fully savoured it and monday's evil gloom beckons. not that i hate my job, (i even get a cute wentworth miller lookalike to feast my eyes on) but i'd really love to get more sleep. more as in 10 hours of sleep a day, at least. 8 hours is seriously inadequate. i cant help it if the love to sleep is a weakness that will eventually destroy all things.
okay, need to sleep, i have less than 8 measly hours left and the seconds are ticking by at an extreme speed as i type this last sentence. goodnight!
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