Today is the final of four straight noon to 8:30 shifts. You know, the kind where you feel like you don't get enough downtime on either end.

I've had that oh-e-oh-e-oh but stuck in my head since watching Purpke Rain a few nights ago.

Y'all saw that, right?

Fourteen years now since the day I quit smoking (I had about a pack's worth over the next eight years or so after that; I usually feel the need to point that out to be honest with myself). I quit for a girl, but I married the girl, so I pretty much had to follow through with it.

Is there a name for the thing where, when one wakes up in the middle of the night, he can't stop obsessing over all the worst possible things that could happen in his life? It's like I have depression that's completely confined to the hours of 2 to 4 in the morning. I guess that's better than two hours of depression at a time I'm always awake.

I'm up for a promotion at work. I'm not sure how likely it is since I've been here under two months, but hey, I was asked to apply.

Something something weed reference

Product Inventory went swimmingly last night - we all got out about 75 minutes early at just 12:45 in the morning. Not bad, considering I once had one go until 5 in the morning, and the disaster ended up in a couple of firings.

TWO-GAME STREAK