Everybody get to the back of the bus!

I'm stuck at the back of a bus with the smell of bathroom-style air fresheners bombarding my senses. This bus isn't moving. It's in a parking lot near Rockford, Illinois, waiting for someone to come along and change the flat tire. This bus was supposed to get me to Minneapolis by 7, but with this flat tire on top of the increasingly foul weather, I'm not expecting to arrive any time before 10. This is more or less what happened when I tried to fly to the Cities for Christmas. Expected arrival time, 7 pm. Actual arrival time, 12 am. Ugh. I should have taken the train.

You are probably also wondering how I'm able to write a blog entry while sitting on a bus. Glad you asked! By some amazing stroke of fortune, I am picking up a strong wireless signal from somewhere that doesn't require a password or money. So, since I have nothing else to do (this'll teach me to not bring books on my trips), I figured I'd write a little ditty in here....

...um, I guess there's not that much to say. I've been so busy over the last few weeks with exams and final papers that I really haven't had the time to do much else. Well, that's false. I did participate in two fantasy baseball drafts and I did celebrate a friend's birthday last Monday, but otherwise life feels pretty monotonous. I'm actually pretty amazed that I'm not sick. My diet has been atrocious over the last few weeks. I'm looking forward to eating real food this weekend, you know, with vegetables and such. Anyway, I think this has staved off roughly 20 minutes of boredom. Who knows how much more there is ahead of me. Yeesh. Stupid buses.