"It's not stupid; it's advaaaanced!"

Yesterday went from pretty good to hugely crappy, and ended up mostly okay.

The crappy part was right after I left work, and we noticed a giant scrape on my bumper that wasn't there before. Somebody had hit my car while I was away from it.

It could have been worse, I guess: there were no dents, and the scrape is fairly superficial, upon closer inspection. I can probably get rid of most of it with some GS27 and a good wax. It just really pissed me off that A) my car keeps incurring damage, in spite of the fact that I'm a good driver and I haven't ever hit anyone, and B) they didn't even leave a note to apologize for scraping up my precious ride. I hate people. So. MUCH.

As you can imagine, I was super-grumpy by the time I got to wushu. And my blood sugar felt insanely low, for some reason, so that made me extra-cranky. I guess that was okay, because I *did* burn off a lot of aggression. ::rotfl:: But I also put waayyyy too much power behind a wheel-arm or three, and my wrist is now hating me for it. Rrrarr. This is why I choose not to spar, boys and girls.

Anyway, the rest of the evening was prety good, after the anger purge, and I can't complain much. Although, thanks to the Daily Show, I have now seen Colin Powell dancing around as a Village Person. Isn't *that* a lovely image to think upon as you fall asleep. ;p

I'm tired and kind of mopey, so I'm going to run off now.

EDIT: Forgot to mention this earlier, but apparently David Lee Roth might save your life next time you need an ambulance. :O