[Im currently eating some super roasty toaty, slightly burnt pizza while I type with one hand. Man this pic makes my problems look miniscule in comparison lol.]

Travelling downtown is starting to get pretty ridiculous. This morning I looked at myself in the mirror and decided my beard could do with a bit of a trim. I look at the time and I can either catch the bus which is about to come by in a couple of minutes, or just take it easy and catch the later bus. So I go with the side of personal hygiene for once and shave. Anyways, when I was on my way downtown a bit later, it turns out there was a jam. Baaad, bad jam. It took me 1 hour to travel a distance spanning approximately 5km. Due to roadworks. On the highway. At 8.55 am in rush hour traffic. Who starts roadworks in morning rush-hour traffic?! It's not even the fault of the bus being slow either. I ended up managing to catch the last 10 minutes of my accounting lecture at 10.40. Didn't miss anything important though. Well, I hope not lol.

Honestly, on the one day of the month (okay okay, fort-month to be more accurate) that I decide to shave, I think the world just decided to try and spite me for the fun of it. Moral of the story? When it comes down to shaving or catching the bus, catch the bus guys...