Margarita Monday would be so much better if I didn't have to get up at the buttcrack of dawn to move my car so I don't get another ticket. I'm seriously not vibing on all those darn parking rules. Move my car by 6 A.M.? Who do these people think I am, Superman? Shoot. I suppose, given the threat of another ticket, or else towing or booting my car, I can get up in my blue spandex and move the car. But dammit, I won't be happy about it.