Canto LXXVI

I feel a bit like Bart Simpson today. Well, after he sold his soul. The thing is, since I got back from Portland (more coming on that this weekend, I promise! maybe even pictures!), I have been hit by the God Damn automatic gates for the T. Three freaking times in just the last couple days! I think I've only been hit by them once or twice for the previous year or two that they've been up. Maybe I should start thanking them.