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Yes, well...

I am well aware that a lot of you have much more hellacious commutes than I do. I know, I used to have an hour and a half commute each way here in Brisbane (and I never want to do that again!) which dropped down to 45 minutes each way once I got my car. That wasn't what I was complaining about.

What I was complaining about was that it took over 45 minutes to go 2 km, over four times the standard. Four times!

One of the reasons I live so close to the city is because I don't like dealing with rush hour (or rush hours) traffic, so I only have to deal with as little of it as possible. If I was living further out (as I have in the past) I would expect longer commutes and worse traffic.

What I don't expect is the commute time to jump by four, for no apparent reason. There were no bad accidents, nothing out of the ordinary. Traffic was just bad, because it was bad. That's what pissed me off.

I went out to Will's place for Wednesday night games, and when I went through (about quarter past seven) traffic along Coronation Drive going into the city and onto the Riverside Expressway was backed up all the way back to the Towoong intersection. No one knows why.

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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