InsaneJournal

You know what's fun? When all you want is to go home and get a drink and curl up on the couch, possibly with one of your roommates' pets, and be depressed, but you can't because some idiot forgot how to drive and now traffic is backed up by about an hour and you're the lucky photographer who gets to go cover it because people have never seem giant traffic jams before, clearly.

That was the worst run on sentence of all time, Diana would have my head.