Wednesday, April 28, 2004
I swear never to take the 66 home from school again, no matter how long I may have to wait for the other usual bus. This is the livingdead equivalent of being squashed in a window seat for more than one stuffy hour, coupled with a barely-working airconditioning system and a busload of the evening rush hour crowd - a mixed bag of noisy kids, tired-looking adults and a frustrated I.
