Friday 5:00 p.m.

It's blisteringly hot outside (I'm in Riverside); I don't care.

I'm in a traffic jam; no biggie.

The radio isn't playing any good songs--or commercials; I listen anyway.

I'm hitting all the red lights on the way home; no big deal.

Somebody cuts me off. Someone else is tailgaiting. I barely notice.

Seriously, who needs drugs when you've got Friday afternoons?