An early morning trip to metropolitan Hemby Bridge to buy gas. No line, just some car-sorting issues. Why can’t everyone’s gas tank be on the same side?
I did that little dance yesterday. I even tried to use my side mirrors to see the little door.
But that didn’t work. I had to step out of the vehicle to be sure. And sure enough, I was on the wrong side. Fifty bucks later, I felt much better.

Here's some of my all-time favorite hot cereal.
I'm going to sleep for 4 hours. When I leave for school later on, it will be over 24 hours before I can step inside my apartment again.