It’s times like these I think about breaking down and finally paying the $14.95 a month for Audible.

I’m stuck on a train (which is also stuck due to some issue or another) next to a group of the loudest women ever. And of course I don’t have a book with me, because I didn’t want to carry it around all day.

In case you were wondering, there is zero point to this blog except to keep me sane as I sit here, wishing that murder was legal.

That is all!