Two points of note.

Remember I posted about the young lady who veered into my lane and got really pissed at me? I wrote an email to the San Diego transit people. I never got a response back from them, but when I drove to work this morning, I noticed there is a fresh, fat white line running the length of the turn, clearly defining the lanes all the way through the turn. I'll go ahead and take credit for it. I rule!

On the way back from Hawaii, very early on Tuesday morning (like, 4am), we were closing in on California when the captain came on. He apoligized for waking us up, but wanted to point out that out the right side of the plane, you could see the space shuttle re-entering the atmosphere. The fucking Space Shuttle! Diana and I were on the left side of the plane, and since I'd previously woken up the lady on the aisle to go to the bathroom, for some reason I didn't want to bother her again to get up and go to the other side of the plane. So we didn't see it.

Want to guess what the biggest regret in my life is? That.

Shitballs.