Today, we granted ourselves a day of fun. Yes, we just returned from a long trip, but we did actually work quite a bit work on said trip. And we have done nothing but work since we’ve been home, because working your ass off at home is how you fight the man. Or so we tell ourselves in order to keep trudging along.

Anyway, it was supposed to be a full day of fun. Mother Nature decided today should be one of the three days of rain that LA gets each year though. And while the threat of intermittent storms don’t deter me from much, they do deter me from standing on the beach next to an expansive body of water. I can be overly scientific that way.

So, instead of a full day of fun, the first part of the day turned into nothing more than exchanging the euros and pounds we still have from our trip nearly two months ago and consuming a meal that produced a headache. Ah, good times.

As it stands now, the end of our fun day should remain intact. Tonight, we will attend Magnum Opus Theatre, in which the work of some schmuck who didn’t know any better than to send his or her incredibly bad screenplay out into the world is performed exactly as it has been written and with a straight face. If you are in the LA area and you’ve never been, it’s a major recommend.

Don’t forget to leave your house, dorm or hotel room at least three hours early though, because, Christ knows, if you don’t you’ll never make it in time.

LA traffic. Inexcusable. I don’t care how many people live in this city or how many of them are out of work, I simply don’t hold with being on the road for an hour and a half every time I try to go into the city when I live less than fifteen miles away. And anyone who texts while driving? You are selfish, self-important ass clowns. Yeah, I said it. Don’t get pissy about it. Just stop doing it.

Today, while we were sitting in the usual unnatural traffic (kind of an oxymoron, but there you go), Shawna suggested I put my feelings about the experience into haiku. It’s possible she just wanted me to stop grumbling and sighing when she was the one driving.

But regardless of her ulterior motive, I did, in fact, haiku.

And I want to share it -