There’s nothing exciting to write about today

There’s nothing exciting to write about today. I got up, sped down the highway at 80mph then nailed it at 90mph, breaking out into a crazy person’s laugh when Free Bird by Lynard Skynard came on the radio. Got to work, got yelled at by some callers. Went to lunch. Studied my Network+ guide on lunch. Went back to work. Got yelled at some more. Caught a migraine. Got yelled at some more. Went home and barely made it with my tank on “E” cuz I’m not paying attention to my gas gauge. Had dinner. And here I am. Blah blah blah …