driving home...
I frequently drive home, from exit 23 to 2, at 6 AM on Saturday mornings (I work just about every Saturday), and often times, because of Friday night activities, I feel less than perfect (get it?). Any those darn things get into my head, and I can't stop looking at them. Somehow, they make the drive and hangover a bit worse. It's tough, after seeing one of them, to ignore them. Drives me bonckers...
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