Awful awful awful commute this morning. It took me over an hour to travel 11 miles. I was 45 minutes late for work. I had to stay late as a result, because I am a professional, so of course my time is electronically monitored to the minute. I was so frustrated that I ended up bawling in a bathroom stall before I could actually function.
It could be worse. Blah blah.
You know what? I am allowed to feel sad and angry because I had a rough morning.
But the second glass of red wine this evening sure is helping take the edge off.