Afternoon: Realize a work project I thought was nearly complete and only required a few simple steps to finish is neither nearly complete nor simple nor anywhere in the ballpark of either of those things. FAIL.
Evening: Get a fucking $150 speeding ticket driving home from work in the suburban wasteland where the speed limit is too low and the cops aren't busy enough. FAIL.
I think I'll crack open a bottle of one of my favorite wines, Rosa Regale.
Which, incidentally, is nowhere to be found in the suburban wasteland. I picked it up on a recent trip to Baltimore.
