I really hate Orlando drivers. Really really really really reaaly hate them. D and I were coming back from the grocery store, and I was stopped at a red light. I watched this asshole ride my butt and then I felt the bump. Ooooohhhh…. I was pissed. I jumped out of the car, barefoot, and started yelling. The guy said “It was an accident!” No shit, Sherlock. There was no damage, so I got back in the car and drove home. But I watched him ride another person’s ass. Morons. I hate people in Hummers. Gah!

The weekend was uneventful. Schoolwork, watched Run Lola Run twice, and kind of buried myself in the couch. Not much to report. There is continual strife at work, but I think that is because I let people under my skin. It is what it is. I just wish I wasn’t effected by the madness. Sometimes I shock myself with my emotional outbursts. I need an emotional mute button. Perhaps they sell those at Target.