6:41am

I'm not used to getting this much sleep. Ended up awake well before my alarm and now I am sitting in the Days Inn, kids asleep next to me, with Mrs. Snob out running and well ahead of schedule. I've already wandered over to Starbucks for my grande, extra shot, mocha enima and haven't been able to keep the grin off of my face. The barista took one look at me and remarked, "You don't look like you need coffee," as he handed me my change. "Maybe you do," I replied, "You forgot to put out the tip jar." "That would help," he mumbled, as I set the coins down on the counter and strolled back out into the morning.

So far, the rolling bass line from "I Will Possess Your Heart" is stuck in my head. Hopefully, it's not there for 24. Johnny's loaded the music robot with three versions of "Pay to Cum" by Bad Brains. Maybe I can make the switch around the six hour mark.

To paraphrase Wolfman from 'Top Gun,' "The race must be getting close. I've got a hard-on."