Where the days are longer,
The nights are stronger than moonshine.

America, "Ventura Highway"
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I felt like such a chump waiting for that Thousand Oaks bus to come pick me up. It was more than 20 minutes late, and at this point I figured that it came super early or that it wasn't coming at all. Fortunately, I gave Jason a valid excuse to pick me up (he would have come anyway; bless his heart) in that there's a swell burger joint nearby he's been dying to hit.

I managed to find a prospective renter for the house if I decided to move out and not sell it. I was toying with the idea of moving to a location closer to work to ease the whole public transportation thing that I'm doing these days, but I quickly rationalized that that would be a long-term solution to a short-term problem. I really just need to tough it out for the next month or so. And really, the only days when it'll be a pain in the ass will be the days when I have to go to the drunk driver program, which begins for me next Monday.