I actually can’t sleep and I don’t care. I did it. Today I put the order in for my brand new 2010 Camaro 2SS. I bought myself four hundred twenty-two horses. And they come with muscle and style.

In less than two months, it will be mine. It’s a good thing I’m going to Ireland soon because that’s the only thing on earth that could help me wait this out. I only have patience when it comes to gardening. Everything else — I never wanna wait.

I am over the moon. Everything is going so well. I literally can’t complain about anything in my life. I enjoy my job, I make good money at it, I have good friends and every reason to suppose I’ll be happy in the future. I’ve worked hard for a lot of things and been lucky about others. But this — I earned this. I’ve saved, I’ve scrimped, I’ve made it through the lean years. And now it’s time to celebrate. I’ll only live once, and I suspect I won’t have truly lived until I know what it’s like to go from zero to sixty in 4.7 seconds in a tasty muscle car.

Gloating too much isn’t what I want to do. Obviously things aren’t perfect and I wish certain things were different, or could be undone. I have friends and acquaintances going through some really difficult times. And maybe, just maybe, I can be there for them. I can be there for them in a beautiful car that will give them a night of forget-your-worries in true fashion.

Come to momma, baby. I’ve been waiting for you.