My feet are cold. It rained today. I've got to mow, tomorrow- to be more accurate, in a few hours, as it's after midnight. That's about all.

I got to see the Dandy Warhols show in Dallas, what I think of as last night- so the evening of the 8th. Great show.

What's up, besides me- when I shouldn't be.

I've made afternoon (really early evening) coffee. There is hope, yet.

I feel antsy, I need something to do. Huh, that must mean that I need to clean or something. Maybe I'll do a little home work out.

I'm gonna have to sack out in a bit, or try to.

I've got that feeling again of awakening in a strange place in life. gotta keep moving, I'll end up where I want to be.

Next time the economy tanks, let's give low interest loans (straight out of the treasury) to American individuals, instead.

So how's this: instead of "bailouts" lets blow 2 trillion on eliminating cancer of all types, huh?

The coffee will hopefully pep me up. I think it's taking effect. Beautiful.