Yeah, I'm probably on the other side.

I think I'm officially over my clench-fisted, cold-sweats, mutated peripheral vision "New Car Paranoia"; I was on the freeway this morning when I narrowly (NARROWLY) missed hitting some woman in a sedan as I was jerking myself out of the insufferably slow lane. The woman started screaming at me through the driver's side glass and over the expanse of my hood that was really very (VERY) near her door.

"Whoa," I said, smiling. Hands up, palms out. "Chill. You're okay. Damn."

In other news, I'm a big bitch.