For some unknown god-forsaken reason I woke up this morning at 6:30am and couldn't go back to sleep. I know that most people are starting their days at that time, but for me 6:30am doesn't exist. It just isn't. I work second shift and stay up until 2 or 3am, and generally sleep until 10 or 11am.

The sun was just coming up, fer krissakes.

Well, rather than waste time staring at the ceiling I peeled myself out of bed and went downstairs to watch cartoons for a while. Jaws was terribly surprised to see me, but she settled in on the couch with me while I munched on some Oreo O's and watched Pokemon.

After I showered, it was about 8:30am. "What should I do for the next 6 and a half hours?" I asked myself. Well, I decided to make the trek down to my old job like I had been thinking about. Fortunately I decided to call first, because a) my water gun wasn't there (!) and b) they've moved (!!).

The dispatcher had taken the gun home with her when they moved the office, because she was afraid it would get lost or broken (or thrown out) during the move. (Thank you, T!) I was actually surprised that she was still there. When I quit I'd assumed that she would be on my heels in bailing out of that place. While I was talking with her on the phone she said, "You're lucky you left when you did because you would not like it here now."

Me: Oh? Why?

T: Well, I can't really tell you now. I'll talk to you when you come down here.

So I'm going down next Tuesday to rescue my gun. And dig the gossip. grin

Well, since the trek to the state line was out I decided to finally get some tires for Dexter. Heh. Easier said than done. The Saturn techs have been very helpful explaining things about my car to me, but the one thing they didn't tell me during the Total Disclosure was that Dexter takes some weird-ass funky-sized tires.

I called seven tire stores around here, checking on prices. Four of them said they didn't have them in stock, but they could order them. Suuuuuuure they could. I could hear the cash register ringing in their eyes as they told me that. "No thanks," I said.

Another place didn't have the right size tires, but the lady did offer me almost the right size. "Yeah, like, 185/70/R15's will usually, like, you know, fit your car," she suggested. Bzzzzzt. Wrong answer, lady. Thanks for playing. We have some nice parting gifts for you.

Two stores actually had them in stock. I went with the cheaper one.

This is all pretty boring, isn't it?

After dishing out $230 for tires I went home, piddled around, went to work, came home, fed the neighbor's cat, and now I'm here. Whee. I'm pooped.

I sure can get a lot done when I wake up with the sun, but I hope it doesn't become a habit.