On my way home tonight, I got stuck in traffic behind a car with a license plate reading “SCI GUY” and a sticker that said “it’s not rocket surgery.” If it wasn’t for the general sense of helpless rage that remaining at a standstill causes in people who are just trying to get home from work, I think that driver and I could be friends.

Otherwise, my phone won’t connect to WiFi networks anymore and until just a few minutes ago, I thought it was Wednesday. So that’s how my life is going these days.

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No, YOU listened to that one All Saints song from 1990-whatever to make you feel better!