The Irony of Commuting

It always seems that the more you need an FX going to Parang, the fewer there are at the waiting shed in that instance. When you wait for a ride to somewhere else, there are way too many going to Parang and almost none going anywhere else.

The levels of carbon monoxide accumulated in my brain are going up again. Lately, I've been risking becoming roadkill commuting to the math tutorial place. I'll be back when I've got something more worthwhile to post about. Or maybe not all that worthwhile but will still be posted anyway.

Signing off.