Ah yes, to be back in the swing of things here in El Paso. Nothing ever really changes, not one little bit. Good times, good people, crazy late nights, lonely drives home, it is all about the same. I guess maybe that is why it is so nice to come home, you get a chance to go back to the way things were. I'd say back to simpler times, but that isn't usually the case. Today I spent several hours watching a simple blue screen on TV that said: "This station is having problems or has signed off" The real question here is, which one? After about half an hour of watching this blue screen, a show did actually show up, sort of phased in actually, some sort of reality church life program. Didn't see too much of it, because there must have been some sort of epic battle down at the station about whether or not to show this, because it was later revealed that the pastor was in fact a lesbian! Oh the outrage! After this revelation, the station immediately began experiencing "problems" again, and did not return. So it was off onto the road once more. The same streets gliding by beneath my worn out wheels. The pain of driving becomes very apparent when your the one doing it all the time. Despite the vast improvement in my mood from earlier today, the drive home still hammers a bit of something else into me. Tomorrow however is another day, and no matter what, I am destined to start it off with optimism and hope, just like ever other day. If only the night and day could talk to each other, then they would both know what was really going on, and have a good laugh at my expense.