So, yesterday after work, I got on the bus and took it home as usual. I've been pretty busy Monday and Tuesday, and had to stay late both days, so I've been pretty exhausted. I decided last night that I wasn't going to have another late night in the office. The bus ride home was actually pretty relaxing, I had a really nice nap on the bus. I got woken up by Nat calling me on my cell phone asking me where I was, I was supposed to meet him at Blockbusters to get a movie. I got up, looked around a bit, and realized that I had no clue where I was. I slept way past my stop and was somewhere in Aurora. Thank goodness Nat woke me up, I'm pretty sure I woulda slept all the way to New Market if he hadn't. Anyways, I get off the bus a little peeved having missed my stop and crossed the street to take the bus back the other direction. I get to Blockbuster and meet up with Nat where I buy "Crash" on DVD, we then headed over to my place to watch it. I get home and talk to my brother for a bit, and he asks where the van is. That's when I realize that I actually drove to work in the morning, and shoulda drove home instead of taking the bus. Now I'm really pissed cuz now I gotta drive back to Finch station and pick up the van. Oh well, I guess everyone has days like that. After I brought the van back home, Andrew brought back a pizza from Pizza Hut, and then Allan showed up for yet another shoulder Bowflex workout, and so I was happy again.

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