Soliloquy

Oh what short temper, a 16 hour day breeds.

I found myself thinking none too nice thoughts about the bus driver as he happily cruised down Clementi road at 20km/hr. In my mind's eye, I saw several bicycles overtake us. Behind us a car honked - so I'm not the only one who thinks he is driving too ruddy slowly.

I wanted to scold, to shout but I just silently seethed, too far removed from what's happening to care. I alighted and took a train.

I woke up at 0530. It was nearing 2130.

For heaven's sake I just want to get home.

Is that so difficult?Is it? Today, it bloody hell is.