All knotted up

I promise I will not get so worked up that I pull a muscle and get my shoulders all knotted up the next time I have to take the public transport to work. Having to catch the train in to the office one time was a novelty. Repeat performances just ain’t so crash hot at all. To top it off… having to catch the train back to Sentral and to sit through some call to prayer/prayer recital in the cab all the way back home at 11pm… Not my idea of a fun time…

That’s the 2nd time the 407’s been in the workshop this month… I know, I know, on both occasions it’s minor and the car didn’t breakdown, but damn it, it’s still in the workshop. And yes, this time I could have waited for them to finish it or at least work from home, but you know, Murphy’s Law strikes without fail every time you don’t want it to. So, no surprises that I just HAD to be in the office the day that the dash lights up like a Christmas tree.

wuteva… I’m going diving again over the weekend… monsoon or not… it's nitrogen withdrawal...