This afternoon Dad and I went to the AT&T store to get my new phone, but they don't have them in stock. I'll have to check again tomorrow.
I drive to Manchester, get my grades and GPA from Hesser, then totally trick Malcolm into thinking that all I got him for Christmas was a shitty $1 wrestling DVD I got at Wal-Mart. Double points because he bought me the Definitive Ric Flair DVD
We watch said shitty DVD.
We go to the Manchester Buffet.
We go to Monday Night Raw, it was awesome. There was an ECW taping beforehand and I learned interesting tidbits about how they change over the ring in the very short stopdown between the shows.
After Raw we go back to Malcolm's apartment and watch a couple special features on the Edge DVD, so I can avoid traffic.
On the way home this woman hits a patch of ice or something and veers in front of me, missing me by what must have been mere inches, ends up in the ditch-like median of 101 and flips over a bunch of times. I pull over and call 911, and wait for the cops to arrive. I give a statement and drive home.
Get home, cat is bugging the shit out of me, I'm watching Raw, the going to bed.