My Tuesday started off great. After stumbling out of bed, getting into my car and driving it with the windshield frosted up for about 10 minutes, I got on the freeway and BAM!! TRAFFIC. Now typically, traffic makes me want to rip out my hair and throw it at other cars' windshields, but I was actually pretty stoked. Gave me a free pass for being 40 minutes late. SCORE! Sometimes all I need to get my day started is 1.5 hrs stuck in my car blasting gangsta rap. Seriously though, I know I'm not black, but there's something in that shit that speaks to my roots.
Then I went to work and spent another 8 hrs of my life trying not to kill myself while calling people who had no intention of talking to me.
On the upside, I found 2 Georges and an Abe in my pocket. Not too shabby.