People Suck

Got over the elation I felt yesterday by actually reading the longhand I'd written the day before. It kinda sucks. I can massage it into something readable, but the giddy momentum I felt yesterday has abated.

Then as I was driving home last night after thirteen hours at work (someone else called in sick - surprise, surprise), I ran over a car battery. Somebody, teenage boys probably, left a car battery sitting in the middle of a darkened street, and I hit it going about thirty miles an hour. I drive a Miata, which rides really low to the ground, so I hit it hard, and then it got caught and dragged underneath my car. I had to run my wheels up onto a curb going backwards to dislodge the thing.

Asswipes.