Update: There is a car stuck on the track near the Oakland Coliseum, so it’ll be an hour late. I knew I should have brought alcohol. Bring alcohol to the Oakland Amtrak, please.

Note: All jerkfaces with whom I share ancestry have been blocked from contacting me through any medium, so there should be less family bitching.

Also, I finally finished that math lesson plan. No extension needed!

I am taking a train from Oakland to Portland tonight.

It will take around 17 hours. My Turkish husband and English boss made the exact same horrified face when I told them that.

I will do a lot of staring out the window and some CSET studying. What else should I do?

I freaking love trains.

My only regret is that I will miss Mad Men.