misery is:

driving through the florida panhandle.

driving through the florida panhandle backroads.

driving 100 miles through the florida panhandle backroads.

driving 100 miles through the florida panhandle backroads ( i keep trying to write backGROUNDS, ps., so if a G shows up in the next few sentences, you just ignore it) at 35 mph.

driving 100 miles through the florida panhandle backroads at 35 mph, at night.

driving 100 miles through the florida panhandle backroads at 35 mph, AT night, THROUGH the fog.

driving 100 miles through the florida panhandle backroads at 35 mph, AT night, THROUGH the fog, while honking your horn every five seconds because hitting a deer with your car is one of your, like, top three irrational fears in life.

driving 100 miles through the florida panhandle backroads at 35 mph, AT night, THROUGH the fog, while honking your horn every five seconds because hitting a deer with your car is one of your top three irrational fears in life, BECAUSE....wait for it...

your immune system was like, bite me, i'm out, and you got the STOMACH FLU HALFWAY THROUGH YOUR 12 HOUR DRIVE HOME and you had to detour to your sister's house in middle-of-nowhere west georgia.

OH MY GOD that sucked so much.