Buses and their detrimental effects on the human psyche

I left work at 6pm today.
I got home at ten to 8. A journey that should only take half an hour to forty minutes, took nearly two hours.
It was raining and dark and cold, and by the time my first bus arrived (45 mins late) I was nearly crying. When I go to Morton where I needed to get another bus, I found that these buses were also running screwy (blamed upon the roadworks in Birkenhead that have been there for a fortnight) and had to wait a further 40 minutes to get home. You feel a bit silly bawling your eyes out at a bus stop full of people to I resorted to leaning against the shelter with my hood up til I felt a bit less emotional. Then I joined in a general conversation about how crap the buses are at the moment. Got home eventually, feeling a bit better, and rang Pete. We had a long chat, which cheered me up a lot. we kept being interrupted by a wierd voice/noise on the line tho, kept freakng me out, was kinda like a possessed voice/crossed line, but only seemed to appear when I was talking. Very odd.
I also rang the doctor for my blood test results, I haven't got arthritis, so god knows why my hands are aching. Probably psychological or something. I made an appointment to see a doctor about my depression and mood swings too, I have to wait til next wednesday tho because that was the only day the nice doctor was in. Ah well. Its a step in the right direction.
Going to the Gym for my health check on friday, then I'll be able to do some exercise and maybe that will make me feel a bit better in myself. Just got to keep going and not let myself get to bogged down in the misery. Damned stupid head!