COMMUTE THIS

Jesus fucking Christ. I don't think I can come up with anything to say about my commute back to the city other than I AM SICK OF THESE FUCKING ASSHOLES CUTTING IN FRONT OF ME AND WHAT A FUCKING LONG DRIVE. It took me OVER an HOUR. And it wasn't even snowing!   And of course, I come back here to discover piles of nice, juicy cat puke. This, of course, was after I'd already been back to my place today and found crusty DRY cat puke there.   Double cat-puke duty. Lovely.   I slammed a bowl of soup in the microwave and then grabbed the bottle of white wine I started yesterday. I took a couple swigs OUT OF THE BOTTLE. Screw the glass.   I am so tired.   I am sitting next to the gas fireplace - cranked on high - wrapped in a blanket.