Ok Monday, you win.

I have to say that it could just be my imagination, or getting to and from work is becoming increasingly difficult. It seems there is always some major (or minor) catastrophe impeding me from getting to my destination at a normal (for here) pace ineveitably making walking the 16 miles to work a faster option. Like I need a reason not to come to work. (another one anyways).

Today was no exception. ONly, it was Monday morning, beautiful outside, full of hope and promise...you know aside from the laundry list of health issues I've dealt with the recent months that continues to literaly make my hair fall out. Please stop doing that hair, I take back what I said about you previously. Today, as much as I didn't want to go, like trying to shove a cat in a carrier for the vets' office, I was off to the dentist. How I love to hear the cynical voice asking me how often I floss when clearly the answer is: never. About as much as I love my teeth being scraped with a metal hook. I was grinning (well not really) and baring it the best I could. I didn't even go to Dunkin Donuts like I always do afterwards. Just my little way of sticking it to the man, which I also realize is unbelievably counter-productive after the dentist spends 20-30 mins. scraping plaque off my teeth but it's just worth it.

Believe it or not, me sitting around for an unbelievable HOUR at the dentist wasn't my gripe of the morning...although I did notice a stone is missing off my sandles so if anyone sees a giant fake daimond at the springfield dentist give me a shout...No. Again, even at 10:F-ing-fifteen AM, I round my way onto 395 N and come to a hault. Why I ask?! Everytime. I see HOV moving just fine. Should have gone the long way and got on there. W-h-a-t-EVA. I creep along and bail to HOV at the digital "Accident Ahead" sign and hey, should have guessed, so did everyone else and I'm at a dead stop again. The gods do not want me to go to work.

I tried to snap a picture while stick-shifting but I was behind a Lemonade stand. You know, one of the carts they haul out at county fairs and carnivals that usually sells yummy crap like Fried Dough and Candy apples. Not this one. This one, aside from the Lemonade printed Prominently across the top, sold "Stuffed Cabbage Sandwiches". Ooooh, yum. I think I burnt a quarter tank of gas creeping my way into DC. To add to my fun adventures, they continued over the Memorial Bridge because for no reason what-so-ever (and that's usually the case here) they closed off an entire road that half the traffic usually takes down to 23rd St. OH COME the fuck on. REally?! I literally could have walked here faster. Then, when I got here, hugely late, the valet was probably sleeping in someones car like he was last time and I had to call to find someone to take my keys.

I do realize that living around a city and commuting is not always fun, but it just seems to get harder everyday. It just seems that traffic has been massive, not moving, and I always pick the wrong road to be on. Add in accidents, ambulances, road closures, parades, and protests and that pretty much sums it up. Although I'd almost welcome public transport, it would cost me about $18 a DAY so it's actually cheaper to screw the earth and drive. Although, when I do take the metro I can see how that could lead to even more griping.

And Just because my horoscope said I was going to have a hugely pessimistic day, I think I'll come up with a few "I'm so grateful fors".

I'm grateful: my nails are looking better since the Vitamin D kicked in.
it's sunny out.
I have such a loving family.
endless possibilities.

Thats all I got. Wow, I am pessimistic.