Traffic no longer makes me foam at the mouth.

I take the long way home.

That crazy look on my face as I drive around the neighborhood is because Gandolf just showed up to save everyone… again.

The good parts usually start right after you enter your parking lot.

Adolescent whining about the impossibility of anyone understanding anything is a lot more annoying when it’s vocalized.

I read too fast with normal books; when I listen to the same story there are pieces I never remember being there before.

I don’t mind letting my car warm up when it’s cold.

The amount of time left on a CD is directly proportional to your ability to change it to a new one.

Being able to switch from story to directions and back again, thereby avoiding the four times Siri tells you to stay in the same left lane? Priceless.

A book not on audio? ANGST.