Some asshole almost ran me off the road this morning. I hate rush hour, morning and evening, loath it. Driving clears my head, but only the highway long-stretch-of-road kind. I only have to do rush-hour traffic a few times a week, thank sweet baby Jesus. Most days go uneventfully. But today...Ugh. Fuckers out in full force. Turned up my radio to listen to some metal after my near-death experience, and Fozzy is on XM/Sirius Liquid Metal. Cathartic, awesome, got to stretch out those vocal cords and hate sing my aggravation away.