I feel like Sisyphus but I don’t know why I deserve to.

seems the Depth is immense and all silencing. Prohibiting the small flowing streams of hope and inner momentum to a mere meandering dream.

Seems like the barnyard poet doesn’t need prescription ordinated quotations today. The pavement shrink should assist in the teaching of a dream.
please.

Is it flea filled?, fun or just a pun?

I have now completed two months of data sampling about my morning trains to work (totally 44). I leave randomly from home and how long I have to wait for the train can be found below. On the vertical axis no of events. On the horizontal no of minutes waiting. My mean waitingtime during theese two months was 4 minutes and the trains left with a 5 minute interval.

SkinnyHomer suggested that I should write a scientific paper about that bad luck is a fact and I suffer from it.

Seems the Biker Chick have me beaten again.