This Blows

Wanna hear something not-so-funny? No? Go away then.

After I was done holding (see below), I left work, excited to start my weekend, got into my car, drove to the office park exit, made it to the center lane, where I proceeded to rearend somebody. (I think I used far, far too many commas in that sentence, or not enough words, or it's a run-on, but I am too tired to edit.)

It must have been my curse for commenting on someone's site that I am an excellent driver. Dammit, I should have knocked on wood. Ain't that a bitch?