According to my boyfriend, I’m a whirling maelstrom of doom. And he had no idea I was writing this when he said it. I like that.
An hour long commute can be interesting in my head. My brain is allowed to wander, and that can be a dangerous thing…
And there you have a mere snippet of an average commute in my world. No wonder I drink.
PS. Egg salad, but no croissant. Damn.