Lately, I feel like I've been exclaiming "what the hell?" and "what is wrong with you?" a lot. Neither are very original and I'm trying to cut the habit. Last week, I only got to Monday without asking either of those two questions (Mack truck hitting your car does that to you). And this week, with the long weekend, I managed to get to Tuesday before I asked those 2 questions many, many times. Here's looking at a new week.
Also, I'm driving and walking around fine, but cars freak me out a little now. Funny how accidents do that to you.
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