Florida roadways are nonsense. They do not have pressure sensitive plates under the roads; red lights usually last 4+ minutes; entrance ramps to highways come 100 ft after Exit ones in some cases which causes obvious amounts of traffic, and stress, between them.

I sit, sometimes in my car, between outburts of swears and horn beating, sometime I just sit and try to comprehend the logic behind this construction. I try to search my mind for the kind of person who would do this, the kind of person who lacked the basic foresight to design sensible roads, some rich jackass sitting on his ass somewhere, stupid as he ever was.

It makes me think of how many things were made wrong that just stick. Things so significant and full of momentum that they simply can't be redone or fixed. The Internet comes to mind among a few things.

Work is going well - at least that's what I'm told. I have my boss give me weekly status updates on me. I think this was a good move seeing as how I can hardly ever tell if what I ever do is good enough - that's a terrible skill to lack in my job where your goals, short and long term, are so amorphous and undefined.

My financial situation is terrible. I'm trying to find a buyer for my private loans since I just found out that Rhode Island Student Loan Association won't extend my repayment terms for more than 15 years, which would help me decrease my huge monthly bill and let me sleep a little easier. That's not my only pecuniary petulance - but it certainly is the worse.

I joined Golds Gym. They are everywhere. They will be in every city I move to - but so will their annoying, teenage, physical trainers. How am I supposed to take you seriously if you work at a gym and I am in better shape than you? much less if you don't even understand my workout as it is ...

I get complaints for playing my bongos too loudly. Bongo playing comes in one volume, loud, and to music such as Bob Marley and Sublime. Deal with it, bitch, or I'll shove stones in your parrots throat. And SHE wants to complain about loud noises ...

Speaking of music, I got a book on guitars, have been reading it, and have decided to buy a guitar. As soon as the expendable income comes my way, that is. I've been doing a lot of thinking of how to creatively extend myself over the past few months, and it was a toss up over a few things - martial arts, photography/graphic design/web page type stuff, and music. More and more I felt like music is what I needed - especially since every time I go to an open mic all I could think about it myself up there performing and entertaining. Although I did get that from comedy, it's no longer an option, not in my situation anyway. Which is the same reason martial arts got ruled out - not enough time to commit to a single dojo long enough.

Keeping my mind occupied is the key.