So I am now home, with a glass of orange juice and two advils in me. I don’t feel so well. I want to take a nap in my bed, but it’s rush hour which means that going past my building (and thus my bedroom) for the next two hours will be nonstop thumping bass from the cars of our city’s most ignorant posers.

There is a special place in hell for these fuckwits, of this I am CERTAIN.

zzzzzzz