So many times when I'm driving home at night, I simply blank. Go into the "zone", I suppose it's called. Or zoning out, perhaps. I know there's a zone in it.

It's actually quite disturbing. I mean, I'm cruising along, at 70+ miles per hour, and I'm on auto-pilot. Probably not the best thing to think about. Or maybe I *should* try to think about it more, so it doesnt' end up killing me. (ha ha. Laughing at one's own death is such a teenage thing to do. And I'm not a teenager anymore. Far from one.

It's probably time I start acting like an adult. No, that's wrong. It's probably time I start being an adult.

At the same time, I could (should?) start being a decent human being too. But, hey, why start now, huh?

I need to buy milk on the way home.