Well, they finally let me escape for a few days and make the ten-ish hour drive up here to my mom's house in New York. Conveniently my mother's birthday was this weekend, so I got the added benefit of looking like a kind and loving person (a luxury I'm not often granted).
I 95 was the usual battle of Jack vs. Stupid Fucking Americans. If anything, it was slightly worse than usual. I'm not certain if everyone in Virginia drives like a complete and total ass hat, but from my limited and strictly non-scientific observations, the licensed Virginia population consists of approximately 85% idiotic cunts. Luckily for them, I have enough self control to suppress my inner postal worker.
Anyway, I've been having a very nice weekend consisting mostly of rampant alcohol consumption, getting spoiled silly with wonderful dinners out (thanks mom!), and straight up stone-cold chillin' with the homies. Life could be worse.
I have to head back to Braggdad tonight for reasons I can't disclose... shit's getting really real at work lately. Hopefully this will help with my current state of hyper-anxiety. Not knowing, combined with anticipation, can be really goddamn stressful.
Keep calm and drive on...
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