The bikers are getting bolder.
Tch, and I wasn't terribly fond of driving to begin with. Seriously, they will take up an entire lane and, instead of scooting onto the sidewalk like normal, sane people, they actually waver out into the middle of the lane (if not already there) and refuse to budge.
I pass them and then somehow manage to get stuck behind:
a. old people
b. trucks of any variety
c. slow cars.
And while I'm trying to get around them, I've got Giant Shiny SUV person with the implanted TV bearing down on me from behind because the Owner has a Very Important Meeting to be at which seems to include Hell's Fire the way they blast past me when they get a chance.
This when I'm already speeding as much as the cars in front of me will let me. *sigh*

One of you out there is going to invent teleportation. Hurry it up, please.

And today, I need to start working on that commission Molly gave me back on Sunday. *wince* I've been caught up with job hunting and not remembering to do everything else.

As for AIM, I apologize to my night crew. I just haven't had any desire to be on after 1opm, and I'm sorry (especially to Des and Ginny--you're the best). Email me or something...

...eh, I'm just still frustrated over the stupid job hunt (and my current job is pressuring me to hurry, too. Not good.).

Smile genuinely. Anata no karada ni yoi. (It's good for you.)