Guess what time it is again kids?! Time to dredge up painful, horrific, psyche-shattering experiences that leave me crying in the dark. Are you ready you crazy little fucks? Too bad. I've got nothing to share except for sarcasm, bitterness, and cynicism that isn't transmitted adequately enough through the internet for my tastes. I love you all. A week of waking up at 5:40AM has eroded much of my brains capacity for logical thought. Remember back in the day when I wrote about working at Target? Yeah, it's almost the same effect on me at the moment. I'm still not completely used to waking up before "God" and his minions even start dreaming. I'm going to Nascar Saturday. That should be exciting. I wish I could go into the pits, hang out with the crews, strike up a comraderie and somehow make my way into joining their ranks of automotive supermen. Every day for the past week I've had strange bouts of word reversal. Yes, you know what I'm talking about. It's an effect similar to a Spoonerism only I change a larger amount of the word. Example, trying to say "We're going to Starbucks," I said "Sparducks." Good times. There are many more like that, but I care not to put them in here because you're not good enough to know them. So nyah.