Dear diary.
As of an hour ago, my temperament has changed. I'm now infinitely happy. From the moment a goateed boofhead drove at me for crossing on the red man, I have been buzzing with thoughts of grace, of the out-and-out equanimity of humankind.
And of the emancipatory effect of running away from such joy-sappers as sarcasm and misanthropy.
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