The Wrong Platform Blues

In the afternoons my head has been scrambled lately. I don't consider myself to be a vague person, but I've been doing some dumb stuff. On Friday I fell asleep on the train going home and ended up at Woop Woop, and then yesterday I got on the wrong train and ended up in Parramatta (again).

This was entirely my fault, but I still was filthy about it, and called down curses from the Heavens on poor unsuspecting Parramatta. They were my Ninevah.

A two hour trip home on a Monday is not a good start to the week.