The bus I was supposed to take was 40 minutes late. I didn't stay there and wait for it--I walked home, of course. But it finally caught up with me after I'd walked for about 40 minutes. I think I'm going to make this a thing, because after 8 hours of sitting at work it's nice to walk home (was planning to take walks every evening anyhow). . . and this particular bus hasn't been on time once. . . But that means I'm going to lose a substantial amount of money on pre-paid bus fare over the next 30 days, about $40 or so.
Also, I'm pretty lonely. I have a couple parties this weekend (one birthday, one housemoving) and a couple friends to go see and a professor who may be inviting me to dinner at her house, but the person running the RPG that I thought would be a weekly thing this year has apparently decided he's never talking to me again or something. I left my phone at home last Friday so I didn't get his late-last-night Facebook message that we were finally going to have a session, someone dropped out, and despite my four or five attempts to contact him back through different media he hasn't said anything since then. So, yeah. There's that.
Most of those things aren't recurring, anyway, which is the point. Just feeling kind of bleh. I don't think I have time to do anything special tonight. Just cook, clean, process the Mafia game, send off more notes on poetry translations.
PPE: Ugh, I may not get to do anything tomorrow night, either. The professor just sent me a snide email asking me if I even read the last translation (of course I had. . . there just wasn't anything wrong with it, grammatically speaking, so I focused on the poetics). Probably going to blow much of tomorrow night working in his office.
Kinda sad. I didn't want to put in my 8.5 hours today for this.