So it's 12:47 and I'm winding down from the drive home from the Dallas airport, two hours with the top down in my 350Z. One thing's for sure and that's that I love that fucking car.

The trip to Topher's was a success, as it was bound to be; had a good time and gave my body some time to recover from the torture I'd been putting it through on the night shift for the previous nine days. Each day will get its own entry and I'll start them now until I start to crash, in time for work tomorrow.