So it's 10 am, I'm still in Omaha, still with no kids, and no wife. I got a job with OPS, and just got word that I'll be working at Pay Pal, which will increase my income. That's cool, but fucked at the same time. My car blew a head gasket, that's not cool, but I got my dad's old honda, and that's ok, but it has bad tags--not good. So it is what it is. Dealing with Dee, but she works my nerve; got kids and some other stuff that keep me worried in the sheets, but we fuck, we nut, and it feels good--so that's that. I'm excited about the 2nd job, because it will allow me to make money to pay the taxes on this house my father left us, but somehow I am responsible for. So I think that will be it for now. Bout to switch tabs and watch Denzel do his Book of Eli thang. But hold up, before I go, since I'm a bit miffed at Dee, and I don't appreciate being played with and being 2nd fiddle...lets do this