Another day and I could’ve gone mad.

Here’s an update on my personal life:

14th Street no longer torments me. Nor do the N/R/Q trains. The L, however, is still a minor form of torture, as is 72nd Street. I suppose that will be the case for a while.

All in all, not too shabby. Progress is good. It’s all about the baby steps, people.

Glad you asked? I thought so.