Got right-hooked into the curb this AM by a guy not paying attention as he passed me to whip into a parking spot. I stopped to make a mental note of the renovation company ads on the truck and call the guy a fuckface and went on with my day. Unfortunately I can't find a phone number for the place on the ads so I can't call up and call him a cunt as well. Too bad.
I have a follow up phone call to make regarding an interview at an Evanston non-profit and I'm not sure I want to make it. I'm pretty unhappy at the office today and if I actually get an offer from somewhere else I'm going to have a hard time saying no.
So the day has not shaped up well at all. Let's just get to the weekend at this point.
Current beer-scale: 6.8