Sleepless in Fifth.

Sleepless in Fifth.
This morning, while trying to get up to speed(ing) on the freeway, I stepped on the clutch pedal and started to move the gear stick, only to realize that I don't have a sixth gear. In fact, my car has never had a sixth gear. Nor have I ever driven a manual that has a sixth gear.

This means one of two things:

8:45am is indeed too early for me (especially when I lie sleepless all night, haunted by freaky things like white ghostly plastic bags seen circling off in the distance by my friend while night-hiking.) I'm a danger on the road. I need a doctor's note informing my doctor that it's a medical liability for me to be at work before 10:30ish.

My car is just a wound-up piece of crap.