He's Leavin'! On that Mid-Night Train to Wal-Mart!

This repetitive schedule of getting home around 11, going to bed at midnight or later (much...much later), getting up at like 10 or 11AM just to eat a quick bowl of ramen before I go off to work for eight to ten hours and go home to repeat it is becoming a little tiresome. I feel empty, going through the motions kind of deal.

I think of this as I go to work. When I arrive at work, it's the easiest it's been since I've arrived. No real responsibilities, just panning and brooming around. I get off and then I deicide to shake things up a little (it's sad that I find what I did actually exciting).

The late night bus to Wal-Mart (that sounds like a Tina Turner song...) is tonight and I decide to hop on it for some decadent palm leaves. When I get off the bus home, I realize I left my ID on the bus that is just about to leave. I hurry back to it and it leaves right in front of me. I have to wait until it comes back around again which is a good hour. I can't wait in my apartment or change there because you need your ID to get into the apartment complex, nor can you get on another bus. So I lie on that bench, hating my life, and the bus finally comes back. I get on and tell the bus driver I lost it. It's not on the bus, he suggests I call the office at another apartment comple to see if someone had turned it in. Surely enough, it had. So now I have to wait for a bus there. Once I get there, I get my ID and decide, to Hell with it, and I'm going to Wal-Mart in my costume...I had a jacket on covering most of it anyways.

I have to wait forever in the bitter cold and it's about 12:30 before a bus finally comes. I get on it and I go. When I arrive, there is are no more palm leaves! I can't believe it! I end up settling for these...the sign said turnovers, but I didn't believe it. It was a tube of fried dough filled with cream cheese and covered in a layer of powdered sugar. It was good, but it wasn't the same. I did however eat one, and then return for another one. I don't get another bus home until 145. I guess maybe this is a sign I should live life more mildly. Wow...really sad.