a blog with no identifiable subject?
I don't know.
But here's one thing I do know . . . I hate traffic. There is no excuse for it ever taking nearly two hours to drive 20 miles for any reason short of death, destruction, natural disasters or a zombie apocalypse. I suppose the ridiculously long drive gives some people time to contemplate deep thoughts about the true purpose of their life, or perhaps to de stress after a long day of closing extremely important business deals, or perhaps some people just enjoy the time to rock out to their favorite tune or listen to a book on tape. Who's to say?
I, however, did not contemplate any purpose to my life as I drove home today. I was sleepy, hungry and a little hot. Not to mention tired of being in the car. It's the worst when you're driving in the car tired, slow, and warm. Why can't we all just aparate? WHY?!
A little before 4 today we took a trip to the beach somewhere in the Venice area to write out some letters for work since we were so close, and believe you me it certainly beat sitting in the car to write them.
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