So, I have a car. And it's ODD. I don't really feel like it is mine. I feel like it's borrowed or something. I think maybe my mind has been bitterly marinating in carlessness for so long that it doesn't know how to adjust just yet. I'm hoping having the weekend to myself to tool around at will will take care of the problem.

Today is the first day of my new work shift. I come to work at 7:30 now. I never thought I would do such a thing willingly, but I did. I hope I don't grow to regret it. I feel zombie headed. In fact, I feel a night of video games in my pajamas coming on.