What in the actual fuck

Day two of my cross-country bus trip is already off to a shit start. Firstly my bus in Vegas was supposed to leave at like 2:00 am last night. It didn’t. Instead, the motherfucker didn’t even show up until 8:00 am this morning, and we didn’t leave till like 8:20 am. Now all of the stops ahead of me are all way behind schedule making it so instead of getting into Denver at 6:55 pm, now I’m getting there at 12:30/1:00 am. That takes my plans and shoves them straight up my ass, making it virtually impossible to accomplish what it is I was trying to accomplish. I’m a little salty and am completely at a loss for what it is I can do to get shit back on schedule, if I even can. I had plans that required the bus to be pretty much on time if I wanted to do them, and even if the bus was on time I still would of been pushing it super close. Fuck my life. I’m at a lose. The only thing that I can think to do is hop off this bus and steal a car. Otherwise stay on the bus and show up to Missouri all half assed with nothing but excuses. I don’t like that at all. Not even a little bit. So as we cruise through the miserable state of Utah, I’m overcome with angst and disappointment. I’m unhappy as fuck now. Started out on a positive vibration and it took less then 48 hours to smash all that and put me in a funk.