Another bad day.

So here's the thing: i'm a little drunk.   And not out of celebratory reasons.  I kinda hit a car today, and i wasn't driving my car.  It's not a good situation.  If you were Fox, you might call it a black box.   That wasn't intended to rhyme but it does.  Sure, I made some money this past week doing freelance work, but there goes my margin of profit.  I can't say that I'm entirely happy about the situation because, honestly, I'm not.  I didn't even want to go to the airport.  I was doing a favor for a friend, picking up his friend... and i end up with a bill.  How shitty is that?  It's probably like how the Lakers feel after being completely demolished by the Celtics.  Embarassing.  Seriously.  so yeah, it's another bad day, and I never want to drive again, but i might--just might--this weekend because I have to move.  There you have it, a kind of bad night from a bad day.  AND I paid for a few drinks, but what can I say....I'm a nice guy.  What . . .