So lately, I’ve been kind of cutting it really close with work lately. It usually takes me about 15 minutes to drive to work, but I seem to not be content with actually being on time, but I need to CHALLENGE myself to get on time by leaving later and later.
Today I reached my peak, I dont think I could have driven fast and pushed my luck anymore. I didn’t hit a single red light, and weaved around the cars like some fucking ninja.
Needless to say, I arrived at 9:59. Christ almighty Im never doing this again, until next time.
It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses.
Hit it.
You’re on a mission from God to work at B&N? I guess they do sell bibles there…