I am not the most patient person in the world. I am patient with some things; painting, drawing and friends. When it comes down to my long daily commute I am not anywhere near patient. In fact today after sitting in 10mph traffic for over an hour before getting roughly 10 miles from my home I was envisioning ways to cause accidents that would give the idiots ahead of me a real reason to drive like a moron.

I hit the exit for Wakefield and turned around and came home. I texted my boss and let her know. I have 2 choices now: fuck around all day or work from home. I’m not sure which choice I’m taking. Right now a 2^nd cup of coffee and a nap with the dog seems likely.

 The traffic is the worst part of living where I do, other than that the NOrth Shore is a nice place.