I also witnessed an impromptu drag race, complete with middle fingers and white trash windshield decals. And I also witnessed my mother, who was perhaps the most hostile entity of all.
Strangely, though, I was really, REALLY calm all day. In what you might even call a natural high. I wondered if I was unnaturally feeding on all the negative energy and turning it into my own psychic power.
Too bad that didn't aid me in my struggles against the ants who're overtaking the kitchen. It's getting harder and harder to eat dinner here . . . I ended up pouring baby powder all over the kitchen floor. To my surprise, this did not work.
I even had ants in my dream a few nights ago.
As Elvis Costello would say, the bugs are taking over.