Well, I can't really talk to my mom. Because it drags her down. She lives 400 miles away and there's nothing she can do. It's not like we live in the same town and she could jump in her car and could come visit me.

Speaking of the bus. I just got home. If I still had a car, my trip today would've been about 3hrs. Not damn near 8. And now I'm damn well sore. Had to climb a bunch of snow berms. A bus stop that used to be there, is no longer there. I had to hike around to find the new one.

The field that I hike through, the city decided to dump all the snow they've been plowing in. Gee, thanks. I had to walk in the street. Damn good way to get my *** run over. People here drive like idiots. I didn't get to do all that I wanted to. Missed the Dollar Store and wanted to hit a mattress store out in the valley. That's going to be another day pass, $3.50. Yeah, the bus is cheaper. Bull, not for me.

Every time I crawl on the bus, my mood drops. Some days are far worse than others. I did manage to keep it together while I was out.