If you find/learn that I am working the graveyard shift driving a bus in Hartford, CT. Obviously, I'd do it myself but something must be preventing me - why else would I endure such a horrific existence? I BEG you to do it. Won't bother to explain where this comes from suffice to say I have this irrational fear that I'll end up doing exactly that without the free will to end it. Obviously, I wouldn't be engaging in any fun substance related behavior (I assume public bus drivers take drug tests) so that must be the reason (or at least a reason) for my being in that worse than hell "life" (I use the term life loosely - like yo mama's 'gina).
posted by masked5614 @ 3:18 AM
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