11:10am- Quit band. Immediately become uncool, unpopular, and unlovable. MC Hammer comes to read me last rites.
4:15pm- In a hurry to do good job, maintenance worker runs me over with giant cart of tools while I wait for elevator at work.
7:10pm- Having postponed Valentine’s plans with boyfriend in order to be good friend to girls I love, head out to dinner. Get caught in unexpected traffic on Embarcadero. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Inch forward at snail’s pace. Clutch foot grows weary. Blood boils.
Other than that, pretty good day.