So, there's this thing I do when I drive home from work at night. It's always sometime between 11:30 pm and 1 am, so there are relatively few drivers on the road. There's this one part of the road that goes through a hilly open space, with a coupel twists and turns. So the thing that I do is try to find the exact spot along the drive where my rear view wirror reflects total blackness, when the turn of the road puts a hill between me lights of the town below. It usually lasts for, I dunno, maybe 10 seconds of driving? Sometimes there are cars behind me that screw it up, but usually they're so far behind thatI can still catch the darkness for a little while at least. Anyway, it's jstu this thing that I do, and it's fun to me for some reason.
So anyway the whole pointof saying this is that tonight I was really mad because instead of having my moment of complete isolated darkness in the hills, there was this big annoying truck RIGHT BEHIND ME with stupid annoying lights that slightly change colors from different angles, so that over all the little bumps in the road it would flicker between white and purple-ish, and basically it sucked a lot is what I'm trying to say. And in my fury I raged aloud to my empty car, "I WILL BLOG ABOUT THIS!" and I did, so the moral is I am a woman of my word.

Also, I'm listening to Chris De Burgh right now, and "Snows of New York" CONTINUES to rock my world. I'm the kind of person to call a spade a spade, and as such I am obligated to call Chris De Burgh a frigging genius.