Well nothing can piss me off today. I played golf this morning and my driver was on-song all game. I didn't score particularly well (51/54) but the course was soggy and I haven't played for 6 months. I'll take it.
The important part is that my driver was on all game. Par 73 course, 5765 yards, tight and tree-lined and I hit 13 of 14 fairways. That's freakin' unheard of for me, since I usually somehow manage to buy golf balls with fuckin' tree magnets inside 'em. My best day with the driver ever.
It's gonna be a good day. I'm gonna have a few beers, take a nap and dream about the authorities getting everybody safely evacuated from the tsunami headed for Hawaii (and then returning to the beach at the last minute to bury Dick Cheney up to his neck in the sand).
A good day, indeed.