I yelled at a guy on the plane for smacking me in the head with his bag; it kind of shut everyone up around me for a little while. I get kind of wound up after working out, get mouthy and such.
As I pulled into the parking garage this morning my drivers side window decided to eat shit on me and not go up. It was raining today and so understandably I was not pleased. I beat that fucker like Ike Turner and eventually it came up. I hope it's not a sign of impending brokenness..