Trepidation Man

I really don’t want to drive home tonight. The driving morons will be out driving like the roads a normal. They’ll honk their horns as a mating call to the other jackasses on the road and only serve to raise my already too high blood pressure. This would have been the perfect week to take a vacation to a small island in the Caribbean where they provide you with hammocks, fruity drinks with little umbrellas and complimentary flip flops. Alas, I’m here, in the snow, dreading the thought of packing up and getting in my car.

And how was your day?