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machine_dove at 08:19am on 04/01/2005
machine_dove at 08:19am on 04/01/2005Yesterday went downhill so fast it isn't even funny. I left work earlier than I had planned on (on time, rather than picking up a few extra hours) and headed home. It was warm out, I had new Battlefield Band CDs to listen to, and I was just generally feeling good about my drive home, and life in general.
Then the cold reality of Other People intruded on my pleasant drive. Everything from people driving slow in the left lane, then cutting in front of my in the right lane and slamming on their brakes to Grandma deciding that her right turn with stop sign had precedence over my green left turn arrow. I'm not entirely sure how I dodged that accident, since I had a huge truck right on my bumper, but I managed. Somehow. I love my car, have I mentioned that lately?
Once I got to the no-passing-possible part of my drive, things got worse. I ended up behind the Slow Driver From Hell (all I ask is the speed limit, my friends. Not much, just go the speed limit and I'm happy), and I started getting sick, too. By the time I got home I could hardly hold my keys to let myself in. Not sure what happened, but it wasn't good.
I don't remember much of yesterday afternoon other than that. I didn't think I slept, but when I opened my eyes it was dark and several hours later, so I must have.
Not feeling much better today, but I have so much work that I had to come in for at least part of the day. If I make it until noon I'll have worked 6 hours, that may be good enough.
I hate people, though. Especially when they're in cars. What is it about cars that turns people into dangerous morons?
Then the cold reality of Other People intruded on my pleasant drive. Everything from people driving slow in the left lane, then cutting in front of my in the right lane and slamming on their brakes to Grandma deciding that her right turn with stop sign had precedence over my green left turn arrow. I'm not entirely sure how I dodged that accident, since I had a huge truck right on my bumper, but I managed. Somehow. I love my car, have I mentioned that lately?
Once I got to the no-passing-possible part of my drive, things got worse. I ended up behind the Slow Driver From Hell (all I ask is the speed limit, my friends. Not much, just go the speed limit and I'm happy), and I started getting sick, too. By the time I got home I could hardly hold my keys to let myself in. Not sure what happened, but it wasn't good.
I don't remember much of yesterday afternoon other than that. I didn't think I slept, but when I opened my eyes it was dark and several hours later, so I must have.
Not feeling much better today, but I have so much work that I had to come in for at least part of the day. If I make it until noon I'll have worked 6 hours, that may be good enough.
I hate people, though. Especially when they're in cars. What is it about cars that turns people into dangerous morons?