It is Sunday. It is the last day of the weekend. The last free Sunday I will have for a very very long time. I was awoken this morning by a woman who told me to take my sister to the college. At 8:00. So I did and in due time I ran out of gas and had to stop at a station to fill up. So there I sat with a full tank of gas, a pair of shorts and a shirt that switched from being pajamas to an outfit in two minutes, and no schedule. So, I thought I'd go home. As I drove into Springdale, the last thing I wanted to do was go home and sit in a cave. I drove past the Sunset exit, the Elm Springs exit, the Wagon Wheel exit...and ended up stopping in Rogers in a vacant parking lot for half an hour. I just sat there. It was good.

Yesterday was Saturday. I went to a car show and, once again, fell madly in love with a 1957 Chevy Bel-Air. Then I went home after a longer inspection than anticipated and prepared myself for my interview. At 5:15 I presented myself to Barnes and Noble. I was supposed to meet with this man name Pat, but upon further details, I was informed that his grandmother had passed away that morning...so Michael was a good second. He and I talked about music. A lot of music. And Mr. Peven. Starting tomorrow, I am a positive, energetic employee of Barnes and Noble music department. Dinner, fire, alcohol, big truck. I drove to Josh's, picked up Josh and Bryce, got gas, got drinks, drove back. After a while, Shawn, Amy and I drove to Arsaga's, Bentonville, Barrett's, Shawn's, Wal-Mart, Amy's. It was good night in a big black truck. It was Marty's and he told me to take it. On my way home around 12, I, once again, did not want to go home. As I drove down the street, my heart was lifted and I felt this welcoming hello into life. I watched the street lights go out in the parking lot of an elementary school and it was beautiful.

I need to desperately get away. Many times I've driven past the exit that I need. It is only a matter of time that I never stop. I am ready for that.