Several points to consider.

I'm never driving with my mom ever again. Never ever. She stresses me out totally. It's not the warnings and advice she gives to me. I can take that. It's the little things that screw with my mind. The frantic hand movements, her not leaning against the seat. Moving the head too much. I mean, jeez, give me a small break PLEASE. Have a bit of faith thanks.

Weekend was uneventful. Watched Hitchhiker's Guide, which wasnt really great. It tried I suppose, tried being the key word here. Alas... the jokes were too fast and furious to be enjoyed properly.

Didn't DOTA today but bunked at Am's place, chatting and gossiping and sleeping.

And that's about it. Whoop-de-fuckin-doo.