So I feel much better today. But, I'm very tired because my girlfriend and I had a late night. No thanks to the MTA the both of us were fucking trapped at 8th avenue for well over an hour. This wouldn't have been so terrible were it not for the fact that last night was to be the second night I spent at her "new" home.

She was looking forward to it. I was, well, sort of looking forward to it.

Hot, sweaty, and half drunk -- we resigned ourselves to going back to my place. Had I truly not wanted to go to her apartment, I would have seen this as a victory, but . . . We then proceeded to have the worst night of sleep either one of us has ever had at my apartment. Overall, I can say that I never want to go out ever again where my fate is dependant on the MTA. Were it not forbidden by the Social Discourse For Decent Gentlemen of High Society's (SDFDGHS) handbook, I would have had a right mind to do or say something truly wretched to someone who worked for them. But they're much larger than me and my slight build. So, I let it go.