First: Peter has posted a response to the essay I wrote yesterday about gun control. His response clarifies some of the things which I might have said better and brings up more good points in the discussion.
Moving on:
This morning, I woke up and readied myself for the day as per usual, barely getting done in time for my roommate to hastily get ready himself (I had not realized that he was on the clock at 8 this week, as opposed to 8:30 which had been the norm) and for us both to get out the door into his vehicle. At the corner of the street, I remembered with a jolt that I needed to move my car, lest it get ticketed during street-sweeping hours. Bidding my compatriot go on without me, I walked back to the apartment. After retrieving the few things I inevitably forgot in the apartment during the morning rush, I decided to just go to work instead of waiting an hour, since I was already up anyway. I walked over to my car, got in, and turned the key, expecting the car to grumble its way to life and convey me to my job.
