Stupid, friggin' LTC!!!! Why is it that while waiting thirty-five minutes for my bus, which was so far behind schedule that it missed an entire run, no fewer than five "Not in Service" buses sped past the stop where I was shivering?!?!? Three Wonderlands, several Dundases, more than a handful of Richmonds and five Not in Services. Not one Proudfoot.

Well, LTC, if you have the money to let five Not in Service buses meander around London, you more than have the money to have another bus pick up the perpetually pokey Proudfoot's slack.

Dammit! I've been inside for the past half hour and I'm still shivering... And it's not like I wasn't wearing a scarf and mittens out there either!

Maybe I should share this experience with Marty, one of my fellow Purple Shorts playwrights. It will give him more fodder for his play, Waiting for the LTC...

Until then, I shall drink some hot fluids and curl up under the covers of my bed as I read some literary criticism and prepare to write yet another paper. Argh! Will it ever end???