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Okay, I thought about it. Not very productive, really.
So this is the third weekend in a row that I've taken the Metro into DC. This is rather impressive for me, as I often go months without heading in that direction. This weekend, Friday night to be exact, it was Sarah and Rohini and Sarah's friend Bobby and I who were riding the rails. A good time was had. We got to bowl at the ESPNZone. Oh, and I lost horribly at a couple of racing games. It was cool.
Well, forget that entry. No more good mood. People suck. If anyone can explain to me why someone would do something destructive and cruel to someone they've never even met . . .
No. I know you can't.
Someone has thrown a rock the size of my head through the back windshield of my car. While it was parked in front of my house. There's glass everywhere.
God. Sometimes I hate people.