02.21.02 10:50 am

this is a triple grande two percent latte kind of day.

my forty minute commute over two bridges and four highways was literally a forty minute supercharged car wash with zero visibility. ah, white knuckled commuting. lovely start to a craptacular day.

speaking of lovely. on the license plate of a ford bronco, beneath 'proud to be an american' bumper stickers, was this splendid little ditty: "help, he's farted, and we can't get out."

god bless america.

happy soggy thursday, people.