|That's it, I'm takin' the bus.
||[Mar. 19th, 2004|10:03 am]
Whole lotta labia.
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|||||The Push Stars - Keg on my Coffin||]|
After blowing off the gym and rolling over to get another hour of sleep I left the house just in time to be at work before my boss. Except, not. I got in a fender bender halfway to the office. I'm fine, he's fine, it's my fault. I was following too closely and didn't stop soon enough. Nothing major, he was driving a big indestructible old truck and the rear fender is canted down a bit, my only damage was a cracked license plate frame (the perfect excuse to go get a new one) and a bit of a crease in my license plate. So. Yeah. I'm still a little shaky, but we're all fine.
And then... have you ever seen a major highway with like.. a cop just sitting there and all the traffic behind him is stopped dead.. ever wonder how they manage that? They manage it by pulling out from an emergency access point going 50mph with their lights and sirens going and then weaving from lane to lane so that you don't pass them until eventually they slow down and stop. Let me just tell you, it'll scare the holy piss out of you if you're right behind the cop and not sure what's going on and just finished dealing with your own accident. Turns out some repair truck just spilled a bunch of crap all over the highway and they needed to clean it up. Ok.
Monday I'm walking to work.
Bossman is out today so I'm taking my lunch hour at the gym, I need to. I'm exhausted and looking forward to a quiet night at home with Simon and Matt and an armor project. And then bed. Bed early. Lest I should get busted by Tricky again while doing a late night mail check. ;)