I would like to tell you about my night. It's late and I should be in bed but I feel like writing. I had a great weekend. I'll spare you the details. Anyways. I just got back from seeing Batman Begins with my oldest brother. (It's awesome by the way). I'm driving home and the highway is closed. Of course. So I start making random turns and let's just say it took me a little while to get home. Yes I know I have no sense of directions. Some of my guy friends would say all women are like that. I would not agree. My brother got the sense of direction in the family and that's why he's a pilot. Why not go the way I knew to go? I have no idea. But let me tell you. Tonight out of the ordinary I was feeling very unsafe. As I was driving home, taking all sorts of streets, I swear someone was following me. Sure it was probably all in my head but it was nerve racking. Eventually I started flying around corners and I lost him. Also throughout this horrible experience, I continue to see lightening all around. And I'm hoping I will beat the storm home. I get home and there is no parking. Leasing agents are liars, where are my two damn parking spaces? Oh yeah... they are three blocks away where no one parks. So that's just great cause I've already managed to freak myself out, now I have to walk a ways to get to my building. I get out and I'm trying to hurry because God knows, I have nothing to protect myself with. I'm walking to my building and lucky me. The storm beats me home. It begins to pour. Bittersweet.