The hour hand just changed, again. I'm not even tired. I'm not running on caffeine. In fact, I haven't had anything with caffeine in it all day long. I slept a good 5 hours last night. I know my body is tired. But my mind seems to be with it and pretty awake still. There isn't shit on cable tv anymore. All the good shows suffered a postponement from the writers strike. The good shows aren't going to be on until late summer. It creates a constant feeling of boredom in my life.

I'm excited to get paid this week. I wasn't supposed to be receiving a paycheck this week because they were supposed to be withholding it. It will be nice to have money again. I'm just not going to get to spend it on anything for a while until I catch back up. I have a lot of plans for my black beauty. Thats what I call my convertible as of three seconds ago. I just started calling her that. It's fitting. A black convertible with a black top. Nice.