The end is near.

Tonight, I'll be catching the 24 for the last time.

That means no more junkies over-crowding me on the tram and making me want to vomit.

No more standing at the wind tunnel tram stop at the corner of Queen and Latrobe.

Tomorrow morning, I will catch the 48/75 tram for the last time.

I will no longer have to endure people standing too close to me at the tram stop.

I will no longer be able to play 'spot the ticket inspector' in the mornings anymore.

I will no longer be able to stalk Di at Federation Square.

I'll never have to spend $98.70 on a monthly tram pass again.

I'll never have to get on the stinky 57 going up Elizabeth Street.

I'll never have another City Weekly thrust in my face on a Thursday morning.

For tomorrow is the last day that I will have to travel into the city for work.

YAY!!!