I'm in "a mood" this morning. It will be even more well defined after 30 miles of lumber trucks, soccer moms, the idiot who keeps his turn signal on for five miles straight and that other guy who's lived here his whole life and knows that the right lane is going to end soon but insists on nervously riding it to the very end causing everyone who's already in the left lane to either play the "HAHAHHAHA LOSER" or "OMG THAT POOR MAN! SLAM ON THE BRAKES YOU ANIMALS!" game.