you think it's fun at first, it gets worse

I missed my bus today (the 5:30 bus that arrives at 5:26 for some reason -- which blew past me at 5:22 today, bastard) so I got very angry and started to walk. Now this is 5:30AM and very dark and a little creepy. I decided that if there was a yellow cab coming by when I got to the main drag, I'd flag it down. There was, so I got in.

It was all very nice and good (and I was very glad I had a good chunk of cash in my pocket to do just this) but at one point, 'round about Houston and Broadway, there was a weird beeping noise in the back of the car. It sounded like the noise of timebombs (at least how they do on TV, of course I've never met a real timebomb). And I thought, "Oh no, our car has been set with a bomb." And my very next thought was, "Well, at least if I blow up I don't have to go to work." And that was before I even got to work. It just got worse from there.

That, mixed with an old secret diary entry I found about the would-be makeout guy from the prior episode (fantastically detailed, with quoted exchanges and all) makes me to remember that I totally for serious need to make a new secret diary again.