Lies

I don't like public transportation very much. Especially not on Fridays. Especially not on Fridays when it seems like literally everyone is trying to get into the city. And then the express train just passes by my station. So I end up stuck waiting for the non-express, which is also late and also completely full of people.

Long story short, after a miserable ride with a random girl using my shoulder as a seat, I got to the city half an hour after I could use my pass on the bus...so I ended up walking the nearly three miles to get where I am. And showed up an hour late. Nobody blames me, but on the whole, the experience was less than pleasant.

I guess that's what you get for electing to be in the city over the summer though--days like this, where there are too many people and not enough time. To top it all off, the day has been stop-and-go as far as what I need to get done, and my lunch, which started at 12:50 pm, was comprised of three separate ten-minute intervals over the course of an hour or so.

Today just hasn't been my day. I'm tired, and rather want to curl up with a book right now. At least it's Friday? I don't know whether that makes any of this any better. Tomorrow gives me no respite from people and travel (although at least I get the car tomorrow). And I don't even know what's going on with Sunday. I just hope I manage to get at least a bit of sleep in the next two days.

And as for the title of this post, figure it out. No, everything I wrote is pretty much completely true. The lies are something else entirely, and yet completely related to what I just wrote. And I rather doubt that anybody can guess what. So that's all. The end.