Made it home from work in just under an hour tonight. Took some back roads-- all back roads actually-- no idea where I was going except for general direction. It was actually kinda fun, and I ended up driving through a rather exclusive Edina neighborhood with single-family homes the size of small planets. I'm kinda surprised I didn't get police called on my ass for having a vehicle more than five years old in that neighborhood.
Traffic ended up making me a little cranky, and my neck has a really sharp pain in it that would probably best be fixed by a chirodoc, but will have to be finagled through sleeping and drugs since I have neither access to a chirodoc or a lovely college girl with a talent for massage.
So now I shall curl up into a small fetal ball and try to sleep.