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You know, you manage to put something out of your mind and just relax with your friends and have a good time ... and then you're driving home and suddenly realize that you're doing 90 mph on the ramp from the 202 W onto the 51 N, and it hits you: you're still pissed off. Way to manage anger, Mags.

And it was probably right around 4:10 or so that I was telling Shaylan, "Don't worry, I won't even start feeling sleepy for another hour," and now it's almost 5:15, so I'm going to bed.