waiting two hours for the departed

Last night was the lousiest night I've ever had. I'm estopped from complaining but here's what should have happened: I should have said no to waiting for 2 hours to watch a 10:10 film and insisted to get out of here to catch a 9 p.m. showing and dinner in Greenhills. Cliff is right. I don't know what I'm doing with where I am. I should get out of it. Relationships are overrated. The only fun part is the beginning.