Thank God I didn't commute when I was in college. Oh man, did I really say "when I was in college"? By this July, Mel, David, Beej, and GP will combine for 100 years of age. A freakin century. This isn't college anymore. It just seems like it. Anyway, the drive back home wasn't nearly as bad as the drive to Irvine this afternoon. I guess food coma really hits you worst when you're fighting it.

Some time earlier today, I was thinking about random things, I suddenly felt emboldened, like I was ready to stop holding onto the insecurities and doubts that have been holding me back. I've been holding myself back. Hopefully though, I'll be ready to fight it from here on out.