Oh, eat! Eat, my precious blog. I know it's not much, just to get you through the season, I scrounged up this chunk of cheese, the tomato hates itself, and the bread, it's rock hard, but you can beat your own vices with it.

- How's it going?

- Oh, awful...just awful.

- Oh, yea?

- I got this $800 ticket the other day. Couldn't have come at a worse time.

- Yea?  Tell me about it.

- Eh, it was for crossing into the carpool lane.  And the thing is, I don't even—

- Were you giving someone a ride?

- Yea.

- Oh, that sounds great.

- What?

- I mean, tell me, I'd like to hear it—go on.

- Cause it's not great.

- Oh, did I say that?  No, I'm just—Are you sure it wasn't $1200?  That would be like four hundred more.

- Yea, I'm sure.

- Yea, you probably looked at it enough times... Is the due date, like pretty soon?

- Two weeks.

- Not enough work days in there, huh?  The weekends practically make up a week.

- Jesus.

- You have upcoming payments? Bills sitting in the passenger—

- What the hell is wrong with you?

- Oh, don't mind me, I'm just trying to get out of my own head. 

- By getting into mine?

- They say it helps if you listen to others.

- Then take suggestions.  Come on, man, you got me thinking about my ex-wife, and my son.

- You're here on a court card, aren't you?

- Yea, so what?

- Oh, nothing... I wonder what she's doing, while you have to sit here or go up to West Central.  Op, meeting time.