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         I ran screaming towards the hills, only I didn't get so far

I should have stayed at work [1].

Weather wise it was a horrible day—raining and cold. The roads were slick and
by the time I left the office, it was dark outside. And along Yamato Road,
between Congress and I-95 is an infamous railroad crossing [2]. As I was
approaching the crossing guards decided to come down a second time, thus
causing me to stop short, least the car get smacked across the top.

Only I got smacked across the rear by the person behind me.

I wasn't in a good mood to begin with; this certainly didn't help matters
any.

After collecting my dark thoughts, and making a few calls to let some friends
know I might either be late, or not arrive at all (it was, after all, the
weekly D&D (Dungeons and Dragons) game) depending upon how things went.

Lake Lumina, being the large American car that it is, suffered no ill effects
(except for the license plate, which now has a noticible dent in it). The car
that hit me … well … it was hard to tell how much damage it received since it
was pretty much beat up to begin with. The other driver and I discussed
things for a bit and it was decided that there was no real reason to call the
cops.

All things considered, it could have been worse.

The D&D game was a wash, but lately, it's been a wash every session, but
since I rarely pay attention to it anyway, it was a nice way to relax
(without the clamour of kids).

[1] gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2005/01/14.2
[2] gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2003/06/04.2

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