Um...I'm gonna go with "screw you, Ernesto" on this one.
Remember when we used to drive/play in shit less than a 2? Go about our daily lives with nothing more than a thunderstorm and a dozen branches in the street? Enjoy our two days off of middle school? Never in my life have I ever even bothered to follow a TS or 1 before.
I'm not really *complaining*, per se...life moves only forward. But still....fuck that wet little bastard.
Life is otherwise fluctuating between a 6 and a 9 on a scale of 10.