I do not want to make dinner.
I want to make my mother understand that I do in fact drive better than my retarded brother who nearly crashed into another car last time I was in the car with him. She keeps saying I haven't been in a car with him driving recently so I can't make an assessment on how he drives. It's true. I haven't gotten into a car he was driving recently. I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of being paralyzed from the neck down.
I only made one mistake yesterday. And that wouldn't have been a mistake if I was turning left out of a driveway. Which is what I thought I was doing. I think I drove very well the rest of the way considering she was screaming the whole time.
I'm going to make dinner.