I vividly remember the agony of dragging my butt out of bed at 6:30AM, trekking it 1km to the subway, to stand squished in the human cattle car that wreaked of burnt coffee and morning breath. This daily commute was then followed by 9 tortuously long hours of hating my life. It took all of two weeks for me to realize this outrageously constrictive lifestyle was not for me... Read More...