Yesterday it took me over an hour and a half to get home. I said I'd pick up M in Hollywood. Big mistake. I'm never going to Hollywood again during 6-8pm on a weekday. It's just bad news.

During that time, I swear I wanted to kill someone. I fucking HATED it. Being in my car after a stressful day at work.

It made me want to move back to a walkable city. Pure rage I felt, yes.

And then...

Then I went home. I went home and summer nights was going on in Atwater. And I felt instantly better. I love where I live.

It's getting there that's the problem.

From now on, I'm just going to the movies after work. Waiting for the awful traffic to die down. Blargh!!!

Okay, I'm done.