Late last night I was driving home from gaming in Athens.
So I almost immediately made a wrong turn.
I quickly realized I was not headed back to Atlanta and began to panic.
Seriously, I was freaked. I get lost in Atlanta all the fucking time, but that's Atlanta. I know eventually I'll find a sign for 75 or 85 and figure out where the hell I am. But this time there I was, on backroads I didn't know, going to towns I didn't know, in the dark and fog and pouring rain and lightning. In short, I was about to barf.
My salvation came from an unexpected source:
And I even got home in time for my Sunday night ritual of watching Adult Swim, which greatly improved my mood.