Dag.

I just got in after spending an hour on the T trying to get to work, a trip that usually takes about 15 minutes. Arg.

My train broke down in Harvard Square at 8:45. This is not a good time for a train to break down in one of the busiest parts of the city. But it did, and I was forced to get off and join the multitudes who were already waiting on the platform. It was at this point that I realized a lot of people in Boston need to take more showers. (Note to the guy in the camel hair coat - you gotta use soap dude)

Anywho, fifteen minutes later they fixed the train I had been on but it was still deemed unfit for service, and so I waited another ten minutes for a train I could actually board.

When I got on this train the conductor came on the intercom and said "Folks, we're going to be moving pretty slowly today, as we're behind a broken down train." No shit.

My bed and a feigned sick day are starting to look pretty good right now...