I'm on an amtrak train halfway back home from my first residency interview, and there's a dumbass behind me having the most inane phone conversation I've ever been subjected to. It's almost midnight and no one else on the cart is talking, which means that I cannot tune out his insipid commentary on the quality of cutscenes in some Xbox game.
I'm not sure how many hours I've slept in the last forty-eight hours, but it hasn't been enough to keep me from praying that this imbecile chokes on his own spit so I can get a moment of blessed quiet.
Doesn't this idiot know of text messaging?
I'm am very close to using the kind of language I told myself would be too vulgar and unprofessional for the blog I want.
Oh my God, it's a dumb college student talking about cramming techniques for tests.
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