Dear Blog Readers and/or Stalkers,
Today I'm about to embark on a great journey, and I there is a very good chance I may not return. I have taken all the proper precautions to prepare myself for this experience, but sometimes, even the most prepared will fall.
(Read dramatically wistful pause here)
Today is the day I am going to ride the UTA bus system from my house, to school, to work, and then (wait for it) back to my house again.
(More wistful pausings, probably with some sort of poignant head tilt)
No, no. Do not weep for me, dear ones. For with a pending Namibian trip-of-a-freaking-lifetime in my future, we all must make sacrifices to save the Washingtons. Yes, even in the face of sheer danger, we press on. Never mind my mastery of public transportation in China, New York, London, Paris, Germany, Prague, and even Uganda (which mostly consists of hitching a ride on the back of a ghetto mo-ped), I fear the UTA bus system might be an unbeatable beast. It is the windmill to my Quixote.
The time is almost present, so I must go now and prepare for what may be my final departure. If this is the last you hear from me... go forth with awesomeness.
Always Neurotically Yours,
Robot Banjo
P.S. FOR REALSIES, GUYS. THE UTAH BUS IS SCARY. I'M FREAKING OUT.
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