I have succumbed to the Wordpress.

You can now find me here.

You can tell yourself all you want that it's not "polite" to tell people no and you should just be a pal and pick up the slack but there ain't no good in that if you're just gonna spit in their eye while you do. Of course, that's a lot easier to admit now than it was cuddled up nice and snug with pity and having a cozy little internalized temper tantrum at my cube. Oh, pride, you always know just when to put your hands over my eyes.

Once my feet have found the floor and my eyes have forgiven me for exposing them to the harsh reality that is 4:45 in the morning, I begin to make my way southbound on Mopac for Monday morning bible study. The predawn roadway is shared by a few other early birds and radio waves not yet marred by early morning DJ banter. And while it is decidedly too early for wacky contests or listener call-ins, my observation has been that there is one thing that it is never too early for. As my car jumps from one puddle of streetlight to the next I feel myself being propelled by some unseen groove, some inconsistency with the dim tranquility of the AM hours. Yes, it is 5:53 in the morning and you could never play me enough disco music.