This post is brought to you by the letters R, U, and M.

So. It took me two and a half hours to get home from work today.

Two. And a half. Hours.

I left work shortly after 4:30, accompanied by a coworker who lives a short distance away from the office. Because it was raining, I offered her a ride home. This was not a big deal, as the drive there took all of twelve minutes, I believe, and I knew my way back from there (no small miracle, given my sense of direction). Dropped her off and went on my way, only to spend a whole hour on St. Paul Street before I could finally turn onto another road and wrestle my way to the roads I take to get home. Traffic was not on my side, though, and I spent far too long in my car. This caused me to miss a concert (more because I was sick of being at not-home than anything else) and the like. It also caused me to make a quick detour on my way home and pick up a bottle of rum. Mmm, rum. Got home, had some food, mixed the rum with some coke, and bothered the cat for about half an hour before falling asleep on the couch.

Woke up about ten minutes ago (10:20-ish?), proving that my evening has been wonderfully productive or something.

Tomorrow will be better. No driving tomorrow. Yay.