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I remember the scene in T2:JD where the cyborg played by Ahnold Schwarzenegger fights a superior cyborg to the finish, and when the smoke clears he is missing more than a limb and presumably more than a screw, and with a metal tongue in cheek declares half-amusingly, I need a vacation.

Right now I am feeling like that spent cyborg myself, consumed by the elements of life collectively bad and base to the bone, and for that reason I may need a vacation, too.

For the premise that I am spent, herein lies the admissible evidence to my exhaustion:

My alarm wakes me up (and possibly the entire complex) at 5:30 am, and coming off my bed I do morning exercises for my 100-yr old back. After 10 minutes of gruffinf and grumbling I will then proceed to water the plants (both in the living room and in the patio), prepare my lunch, fix and eat breakfast, read the newspapaper, check and answer emails, gather my workload, take a shower, dress up, and at exactly 7:00 a.m., rain or shine, I am out the door and on my way to work.

Work is 30 miles from home, and if my conversion is right, is equivalent to 50 kilometers, which if my gueestimate is right, is the distance between Monumento and San Fernando, Pampanga.

The first quarter of that 30 miles is a killer. I need to pass thru 3 school zones, multiple stop signs, and heavy traffic that builds up, doubles up, by the minute. The last three quarters of that trip is fast, but definitely not stress-free, baby, for this is Interstate 95, my man, or The Road The Reckless Drivers Built.

In Miami's I-95, if the car in front of you flashed the right turn signal, you must half-expect him to suddenly turn left. If you drive too slow, even an 80-yr old jackass will give you a birdie. One time, at I-95, I saw a driver with his left leg (it could even be his right leg, for all I know) protruding out of the window and he was cutting and passing and weaving as if he was on a flying trapeze. Many times in the morning I have seen reckless drivers munching their sandwiches and gulping their coffees, women applying makeups while driving 100 mph, but there was one driver who totally left me breathless for the record he established: while driving fast he was also brushing his teeth.

And this is just in the morning.