I would also like to thank tonight's busdriver (you know who you are: you drove the 186 to Gouda passing the Korevaarstraat in Leiden at 17:07 this very evening), who deceided it wasn't necessary to stop at the busstop. The same busstop where I was standing (running nose, headache and all), hoping that the bus would arrive soon, so I could go home and sink into a coma. But since you didn't stop, I had to wait another 15 minutes at the busstop for the 169 to Alphen. Which was late, by the way. And the sun was shining right in my face. Which, as you may or may not know, doesn't do much good for a bursting headache. So. Now you know. I know there are people way worse off in the world. I do. But I have a right to feel sorry for myself once in a while, now don't I?