Fuck Rogers

I'm late for work. I had clumsily forgotten my watch and stumbled dreamily onto the bus with hardly any recollection of the breakfast I had earlier.

Sleepy faces on the bus all over. I wonder if the high tech circuits in this new bus are still drowsy from dreaming of electric sheep.

I'm going to work late and somehow I don't feel like I care about it at all. What's a few minutes compared to the total time I spend at work?

There's too much happening on this earth to sweat the small stuff.