I’m off to a slow start today. I picked a bumpier road to head down, which in the end, will supply us with a ride that is more fun, however, getting started can be about a bitch. I've got a line or two left on chapter two and then the road dips hard to the left. It's a stretch with no stops, and no comfort. Close to seven-thousand pages of tears and disillusionment are promised ahead. Maybe I should strap myself to the hood, that way I won't be able to get off if I puss out.