...Maybe it's because it's Monday. Maybe it's because my aging 1995 Volkswagen Jetta III is starting to feel a bit sluggish as the front suspension sinks further towards the ground. Maybe it's because -- after spending the entire weekend absorbed in "The Order of the Phoenix" -- my brain was so asleep that I sped right past Aroma Joe's and had to double back.
Whatever the reason, I found myself being tempted by road rage this morning. I had to use all of my will power to resist driving around people in the break-down lane, or hoping over curbs. While stuck at the Portsmouth toll, I actually realized, "if I just drove off into the grass, I think I could make it around to the other side without getting stuck... and I don't see any cops..."
I had to shake my head to get these thoughts out of my mind. I quickly downed the remainder of my Dark Mocha... that helped, and I made it to work without breaking any laws. Barely.









