Got home last night and started to watch Woody Allen's Take the Money and Run. I got up, laid down on my bed for a second and the next thing I knew, it was 3:30 am. That was my night. I totally screwed myself out of a night's relaxation. I got up, the TV was on, the a/c was on, the lights and my glasses were nowhere to be found. So, I got nothing today. Except for this: On the bus this morning the guy in front of me smelled of cheap cologne and cigarettes. Probably the nicest guy in the world but I had to endure that smell for close to 45 minutes, so the heck with him!

Have a good one!