My heart goes out to the poor kids I see waiting for the school bus every morning. On top of the fact that it’s cold, they’re waiting for the infernal school bus, which was my own personal hell. Imagine an overcrowded prison on wheels where everyone wanted to shank you. That’s what a school bus is like.

So work’s been alright. My only complaint is my back. It’s been sore no matter what position I sit or stand in all day. I only get relief when I go home and lie down or sit in my uber-ergonomic computer chair. This is, of course, just another symptom of the medical condition known as “being a pussy.”

Tomorrow is Good Friday, which seems to be a total misnomer. As I understand the history of it, it seemed to be a Pretty Shitty Friday.