This morning, NPR broadcasted a story about a guy who had invented an IPhone application to prevent people from drunk-texting people they would later regret drunk-texting. The inventor did this because his own drunk-texting had gotten so out of hand, he could not even be trusted with a phone.
If you find that every weekend you are getting so drunk you are accidentally sending booty-call texts to your own father, here is an idea, and bare with me because it is complex:
STOP GETTING DRUNK, IDIOT!
The above story almost caused me to swerve my car onto the sidewalk in an attempt to hit a puppy or kitten. For the past few weeks I have found everything I encounter is either stressing me out or pissing me off. Maybe it is this whole impending dad thing. If you think of me and are so inclined, please pray for me.