It is never too late to be what you might have been. -George Eliot

I feel so freakin good today. I'm a little tired, and I am behind in a couple of my classes, but I just feel....exuberant.

After italian class today, I sat at my bus stop reading Atlas Shrugged (yes, finally Mikey) and eating chocolate. It has been sunny but not too hot today with a lovely breeze. It typically takes about 4 busloads to disperse the massive crowd at my bus stop. Instead of fighting the hordes today, I sat them out. I was able to take an empty bus home and read the whole way.

I was supposed to have lunch with a friend of mine today, but like the slug I have become, I overslept. I woke up just as I should have been getting off the bus and going to the Egg Roll Death Cart to meet her. Rachelllll! I'm sorry. Please email me.

Okay, I am off to get the oil changed in my car, pick up my prescription and some mystery pictures I had developed, and make a copy of my insurance so I can send the state its blood money for my car.

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If I had a million dollars, I would buy an RV and follow the NASCAR circuit. No job, no ties. Just racing. And in the off season I would drive around the country waiting tables...or something. I guess I would need more than a million dollars, but maybe I would invest or something.