Road Rage

I had too much sleep last night.

I’m tired.

YAY THURSDAY!

I only work a half day tomorrow, so I’m just looking forward to that.

Last night was meh.

I didn’t write, but seeing as I’m almost 8k words in, I didn’t feel too much pressure. I actuallyhope to get about 5 k words done today, which is double my daily goal, so that’s that.

I took some of my benadryl yesterday and I was just too tired to do anything creative.

whatever.

did I mention that I got my jury duty postponed to next year? wahoo!

I also got approved for a schedule that will put me on my regular day off before / after almost every holiday for the rest of the year.

Next week I’m off Thurs and Fri, Thanksgiving I get off starting Wed instead of thursday, and for Christmas I get Thur and Fri too (first time in YEARS so I don’t feel even remotely spoiled by that one)… so yeah. Sweetness. Only day I won’t have is the day before New Years Eve (which we get off this year) but I don’t care.

So I’m doing little dances and woo hoo shuffles today. You can do them too if you want.

I feel utterly and completely without purpose right now, so this shall end quick and easy.

*chop chop*

(Meanwhile, something is tickling at the edge of my thoughts, something I wanted to write about, but I just can’t remember!)

OH!!!

I remember now!

I had a road rage encounter yesterday driving home. Some idiot ran up on my tail after I changed lanes with plenty of room. He was at least 2 car lengths behind me when I got into the lane and he accelerated as soon as I changed lanes and I’m not sure why. He flashed his lights and he was a total douche.

Whatever

I ignore him and he comes up along side me, rolls down his window and starts yelling at me. It’s some older middle eastern man in a suburban. He takes off his hat to display his ugly balding head and I’m just like "Oh fuck off fucker, learn how to drive!" Baboo gets in on it and yells at him too, and starts chucking our precious car coins at him! We need those coins! what was he thinking!

lol.

Anyway, I accelerate and try to leave him be, but he stays on the side of me yelling like a dumb idiot.

Then he gets behind me and goes into the fast line and gets in front of me. And slams on his breaks.

What is his problem?!

So I get into the other lane to get away from him and he swerves in front me again and slams on his breaks. In the process of this, he’s swerving around the freeway narrowly missing several other cars and basically driving like he left his brain in the toilet and flushed.

So I backed off completely and he comes along side me again and is yelling.

Honestly, I have no idea what crawled up his butt and died. I did not cut him off. He just didn’t like the speed I was going and was just an ass.

So… I got his license plate number and we called the police and reported an erratic driver. Of course, that will do no good because it took FOREVER and by the time we finished he was exiting the freeway (but not after continuing to swerve and almost hit people, continuously come up beside me and yell at me, which we decided to ignore, and basically drive like a damn fucking asscunt).

So yeah, I don’t get it.

I almost wish he would have hit me so that I could sue him.

But it’s over now.

Idiots.

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