Wow, so I'm sitting at traffic light getting ready to go to the gym and unleash some stress, and I'm thinking, "when will this shit end, work sucked today, I've got domestic issues, I still feel hungover from Friday, grad school sucks, my family (my middle sister mainly) are losers," and then the light turns green, and I go to cross traffic, and BAM some asshole runs a red light and ruins my Honda. Luckily, my attorney friend was right behind me in traffic, and was on the scene to make sure I was alright (luckily I am unscathed, thus far) and to make sure the proper report was written up. I'm going to go watch Monday Night Football and contemplate my existence.