Had a ton of shit to do!

Insurance. Tax Assessor. Accountant. And horror of horror shows, the... DMV!!!

Dang! I, your humble narrator, plowed through it all with a stupid fake grin on my face, a smile so wide my cheeks hurt and my teeth dried in the open air. Yet, I survived!

You'd be proud of me! I didn't engage my lizard brain and go on a shotgun rampage. But I did fantasize about it.