Commuting is the fucking worst. Pam had jury duty and then got picked for a one-day trial, so she had two days of commuting from the NEast, and it fucking broke her. She's been in bed at 8 PM both nights with splitting headaches. Spent the whole El ride (which she only ended up on because traffic into the city was unreasonable) with her eyes closed. I confirmed that this is what it's like every day. I said that it gets easier the more you lean on the idea that our mayor will one day die unloved. And thank god it isn't raining!
Just focus on the music, not the beating in my chest, I need a little help to beat my personal best.
Thursday, November 5, 2026
In My Place 308
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Commuting is the fucking worst. Pam had jury duty and then got picked for a one-day trial, so she had two days of commuting from the NEast, and it fucking broke her. She's been in bed at 8 PM both nights with splitting headaches. Spent the whole El ride (which she only ended up on because traffic into the city was unreasonable) with her eyes closed. I confirmed that this is what it's like every day. I said that it gets easier the more you lean on the idea that our mayor will one day die unloved. And thank god it isn't raining!
Commuting is the fucking worst. Pam had jury duty and then got picked for a one-day trial, so she had two days of commuting from the NEast, and it fucking broke her. She's been in bed at 8 PM both nights with splitting headaches. Spent the whole El ride (which she only ended up on because traffic into the city was unreasonable) with her eyes closed. I confirmed that this is what it's like every day. I said that it gets easier the more you lean on the idea that our mayor will one day die unloved. And thank god it isn't raining!
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