When I'm up with the sunrise
I want more than just blue skies
I want more than just okay

I open my eyes and another day is under way. I can't stop staring at the sky. It's as though Thomas Kinkade painted the clouds this morning. They're aglow.

If there was a map of life, I'd unfold it, circle the places I wanted to visit, highlight the most scenic route, call up that somebody and say, "Would you like to take a road trip with me?"

The temptation to see The Movie on the day of its release grows stronger. A midnight screening seems less ridiculous by the hour. Of course, the prospect of having to get up early for work the next morning will likely prevent me from being impulsive. Besides, my lightsaber won't be fully charged by then.

Last night's season finale of The Bachelor was disappointing. The latest bachelor presented the final woman with a "promise" ring and the line, "I'll be the best boyfriend ever." The lack of commitment confuzzled me. I thought the original concept behind the show was for the man to end up on bended knee, hold out a ginormous diamond ring and propose. Perhaps they should just change the name to The Boyfriend next season.

I've been listening to Weezer's latest album almost every day since it came out last week. "Beverly Hills" is the single on the radio, but it isn't my favorite track. That honor currently goes to "Perfect Situation", a song that just happens to have a baseball reference.

What's the deal with my brain?
Why am I so obviously insane?
In a perfect situation,
I let love down the drain
There's the pitch, slow and straight
All I have to do is swing
And I'm a hero
But I'm a zero