Rescued puppy weenie dog from crossing highway traffic. Gave him some of my sandwich and put him in my jersey pocket in back, he rode pimpin' for a few miles and hopped out in some neighboorhood. I hope he is okay, but I had 25 miles to go and already have two pit bull pups. Don't need more dog food.

Bonked on my 30 mile return around 22 or so miles in 100 F.

Got rained on, thank you Jesus.

Witnessed a hydroplaning wreck on an overpass I was next to. Made me wonder if I should have thanked God for it raining, when it made someone's day possibly deadly. Selfish me.

Burped subway ham, jalapenos, bell peppers, and tobasco the whole way home. Massive puking occured while attempting to hauk loogie on back porch.

My digestive system apparently blows. That was obviously a sandwhich.

I'm driving today.

(This was the strangest, most bi-polar commute ever. I was laughing and smiling, then sucking eggs and watching highway accidents first person.)