Rage against the dying of the light

I don't know what was pissing me off more this morning -- day three of the interminable headache or the jackass on the motorcycle who was dogging me. Seriously, dude, you are not allowed to drive down the middle. And you can't pull up on the right of me to go around. And you are fucking lucky that I am at least halfway sane, because I was this fucking close to hitting you just because I could. I was coming up with scenarios of what would happen were I to hit you. I have excellent insurance, you wouldn't really be hurt, etc. You have no idea how close you were, buddy. I was trying to enjoy the sunshine and you were messing with my cake. Don't do it again.