Memoirs of the Angst-Bitch

Ugh, I hate driving. I would rather crawl on my knees through acid than take the Interstate I took this morning. What should have been a 45 minute drive turned into 90 minutes and it slugged along every inch of the way. I have a very low traffic tolerance and as it was only 7 a.m. in the morning, I was not a happy Nayami. I actually opted to drive back to work and then drive home rather than take that hellfest again. That's what I plan to do tomorrow as well. Thankfully, I don't have to get up as early. I even had to break my soda-fast because there was no other source of caffeine at the place I went, other than coffee.

Also, a banana hit my car on the way home. Yeah, you read that right. A banana.