Gotta Make the Bread to Pay the Man

Sunrise hadn't happened yet. The cats, Pepper & Claudia didn't mind that I was up; food earlier is always better than food later. Showered, dressed, *fed the girls*, and got out of the house to pick up a co-worker who's just as insane as I am to live two counties away from my job.

Sunrise still hadn't happened yet.

It's not right to be at work before 7AM.

I was up late last night trying to tweak the web site and get my new story uploaded. Suddenly formatting was a strange and mysterious thing. The words are all garbled. Punctuation doesn't exist. I got frustrated and angry. I have no time for things that don't work.

And I missed Platinum. I have no connection to rap. I'm barely in touch with Urban music but I love that show. John Ridley is a good writer. The actors are engaging. And where else are you gonna hear: "She won't come unless she rolls up in a white Escalade." [rhymes with lemonade]

Anyway, back to work. Maybe I"ll start sneaking in a few blog entries here and there during slave breaks.