Last year at exactly this time, I was having the most horrible bus experience I've ever had—two buses drove by without stopping, I'd left my cell phone at home that day (of course), and a phone ate all my change. Finally I used the phone in a restaurant, and Pete came and picked me up. Yay Pete!
Tonight I'm tired and stupid, and my shoulders hurt, but Jeff made a nice dinner, and in a few minutes we're going to curl up and watch Mostly Martha (ironically, the movie I saw in a theater exactly a year ago, before the ghastly trying-to-get-home experience). No trick-or-treating or late-night parties for me, and that's just the way I like it.
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