Woke up at 10 on Saturday. Not enough sleep, but we needed to get on the road.

Went over to Scott's apartment and woke him up. He sounded terrible. With great glee, I told him that if he was going to hoot with the owls, he had to be ready to soar with the eagles the next day.

He said something rude in reply.

I took Scott to the bank and ran Chuck to the airport while Scott packed. We got the vehicle packed, checked out of the apartments and made it to Patrick's around 1230.

Patrick was ready to take the caddy back so we said our goodbyes. He actually hugged me. Pretty cool.

We got some gas and hit the road.

The trip was freaking long and almost all of it was spent in Texas. We drove straight through and by we I mean me. Scott kept me entertained and awake, but he finally dozed a bit after 2AM. He was very cranky when he woke up.

We stopped at a Waffle House in Baytown at around 6AM and had a terrible breakfast. How do you screw up a Waffle House breakfast?

As bad as it was, it gave me enought oomph to make it on in.

Dropped Scott off around 815 and got home around 830. By the time I got unloaded, showered and into bed it was nearly 10.

I remember the 10 seconds or so before I dropped into a coma thinking - I wrote something that got turned into a movie. Red 71.

I might of smiled at that moment. Or I may have just started snoring.