Tired Shit: e-Smokers. As I was heading home from a Yoga class last night there was one waiting for the stoplight to change before crossing the street. Ostentatiously blowing huge clouds of e-Smoke which formed into perfect letters over his head the word "LOSER".
More tired shit: the control that enables me to lower/raise my driver's side window failed this morning. Just before my week long road trip to SoCal. And the mechanic I take my car to is closed.