10:08pm- Jumped. Leaving recording session for my band's new array of genre-bending space ditties when two men jump me from behind. Confused, since I am technically in Berkeley, and not Oakland (I know this because there was organic Tea Tree Oil hand soap in the bathroom of the recording studio), I try to fight back. This incurs full wrath of jumpers who give me the ol' instant death neck twist. Following script, I slump to ground as they run off with the $3 I had in pocket for bridge toll.
Other than that, pretty good day.