Subtraction

Near as I've noticed, I can't figure out a morning routine that will comfortably get me on the bus when my mind is still set on sleeping. The #84 is estimated to arrive at 6:51. I've missed it on days when I've arrived at 6:50, 6:49. 6:45, and even 6:41. Today, I left the house at 6:43, and after the usual - (a little unusual, since the city is full of snow, slush, and water) - walk, I caught the bus at 6:55. There's a whole lot of waiting to do in life, and those impatient types are worse-off than the rest.

This whole Facebook nonsense throws a wrench into the function of a relationship. In the wrong hands, it is a tool to demonstrate pettiness. I'll never understand why she untagged herself from our pictures without telling me, letting me wonder her intentions for months. When I found out, it bothered me. A lot. Last night I saw that she'd removed me completely, and it bothered me very little. The last time that I saw her, I thanked her for helping me do something with my life. Beyond that, the only good that came from our relationship was realizing that I will never again fall for someone that treats me badly.

Only thing to do now is wait.