I have had the worst day. First of all, I had to go to a jobsite this morning. In Wisconsin. That's a three hour drive for me. Fine. However, my boss (who I really love, for the record) scheduled an appointment for me at my office (in Chicago) at 3pm this afternoon. I raced through my appointment in WI as quickly as I could, and got on the road back to the city. I made it with 20 minutes to spare. I have not eaten a single bite of food at this point. I shoveled some horrifying mac-n-cheez into my facehole, and was barely ready for my 3 o'clock when they showed up. These clients are really exhausting - they fight non-stop. I often find myself wanting to say "You know you're in public right now, right?" But I can't. A big part of my job is playing marriage counselor, which I hate because I avoid that type of relationship for a reason. They leave just before 5pm, for which I'm super grateful. Staying late on a Friday night is hell.

The train ride was worse than my day. By a factor of x1000. My greatest pleasure in life is reading on the train. I know, I have a very small, sad life. I've accepted it, and I've come to terms with it. Let's move on. I got on the Brown Line (I hate this line with the intensity of a thousand Nic Cages), and spent the next 20 minutes sitting next to a space-hog who refused to cede any armroom what-so-ever, which made me passive-aggressively press against him in silent, rageful protest. Very difficult to focus on reading...

Once I transferred to the Red Line it got even worse. For real. One one side of me was a gentleman with a furiously crying baby - I really do feel bad for the guy, he was trying so hard to make the baby stop crying, but he just couldn't. On the other side was a pair of gals named Beckah and Amber (I really apologize to anyone name Beckah or Amber) who were talking at the top of their fucking annoying voices about how "Jill, like, totally didn't, like, want to go the party, but, like, Jason wanted her to go, and, like, she took two shots of Jaeger, and like, was ready to go." Seated very closely to them, and right next to me, were a pair of Loyola students who were clearly majoring in World Religions or Basket Weaving of the Middle Ages ( lay off - my major was Cultural Studies and Comparative Literature), discussing in their loudest possible voices the impending engagement/wedding of one of them (Anya, probably). I know it is completely irrational for me to be angry about people speaking loudly in a public space, but seriously, the el car hardly qualifies. We're all on our way home after a long day. Please don't spoil it for us. I had to literally quash the urge to scream "Shut the fuck up!!!!" I tried to read, but after reading and re-reading the same passage several times I gave up. I surrendered to the horrifying vocal tsunami.

When I got home I was looking forward to getting dinner and jut chilling out. Nope. RedLinePartner was nowhere to be found. I made myself a cocktail, and am waiting for him to come home so we can eat some damn food. I am seriously hungry!! I'm going to watch some Golden Girls to settle down...