The Lift

What is it about me that says I like strange men driving me home?

It was the end of class and I asked my teacher whether the Bay bus ran frequently. He asked me where I was going, I said "Kennedy Station".

He then asked me if I wanted a ride home.

Ew. To think that I initially said yes. I immediately came to my senses and told him "no thanks". After the Alicia Ross murder case, I can't be too careful nowadays... even if I am desperate for a lift home.

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In other news, night school is going to KILL me. It's soooooooo long. Sniff sniff. No dinner breaks, and it's all very dry. I may need to have my eyelids peeled back a la Clockwork Orange just to stay awake in class.

Now I sleep. Only 6 more hours before I have to do this all over again!