So I flew down to Tuscon to drive home with Brooke.  I hate the desert, but at least I have a great tan now.  If you are ever tempted to drive 1500 miles in a lowered car, don't.  Just say no.  It hurts.  A lot. 

I was so tired this morning that I looked strung out, and by choir my back was doing nice spazm things.  Now I'm at work, and I've been trying to avoid delivering because driving just hurts too bad.  I'm hoping that by tomorrow I won't be so gimpy, I have a choir concert that I'll have to stand still for.

The first night of our trip I fucked up Brooke's car, but she loves me enough not to leave me in the desert.  Of course after that we need alcohol, so we walked down the street to the Horny Toad Saloon.  It looked like a gay bar to us, there was a picture of a cowboy jerking off right on the side of the building.  Turns out that in Blythe, CA that is the decor for dive bars.  Brooke had a grand old time making fun of the locals (not that they noticed), and I drank seven beers (or so Brooke tells me) in less than two hours.  Even after that, I was the first one up in the morning.

The second night we got to Redding, CA.  We find a motel, go to our room, and get greeted by an...interesting...person who asks us if we're staying there.  No, we're just there to rob some rooms.  His reply to that one was we could rob his room.  How smooth is that line?  I was impressed, let me tell you.  But what can you expect from the meth and neo-nazi capitol of the U.S.?

We got home last night at about 6, and the rain was here to greet us.  Brooke was not pleased, but I was so happy to be out of the desert that rain was perfect for me.  I know way more stuff happend, but I'm freaking tired and still processing.  Oh yeah, I hate Sacramento.  And Roseburg.

This is a very odd feeling.  Not just am I working, but working a day shift!  Unheard of.  I had to place the order today, and even though I've been here for almost a year, I've never done it because that's how often I work durring the day.  It's very slow, I have everything prepped and cleaned and I've had some nice time sitting out front of the shop in the sun.  I'm very much looking forward to the arrival of the night shift at 5, then I get to go to my best buddy Amanda's house.  We're going to be rebels and party on a school night.  Such bad girls, I know.

However, I will not drink as much as I did last night...dear lord I totaly drank my face off.  I love that I'm young and healthy and can do that without horrible agony in the morning.

My sister had to move yesterday, her asshole ex-boyfriend gave her a day to do it.  Fuck that, she didn't finish, he can wait a fucking day or two.  I couldn't help her, because there was no way I was going to be in the same room as him and keep my mouth shut.  She didn't want anymore tension, so I stayed away.  I really want to have words with him though...I might call him after her stuff is out of his house.

Yay, and hour and a half 'til I am free!

I'm sitting at work, everything is done, waiting for Tim to get back from his delivery.  I'm tired, and hungry...Earlier today I was all hyper, I think I wore myself out though, cause I'm totaly ready for bed.  But really I want food first.  I already ate here, and I am not about to mess up my clean shop at the end of the night to do it again....oh well, the Clubside is sounding good, and I can just walk there from here.

I should clock off or something, seeing as how I'm not working anymore.  I think I'll wait 'til Tim gets back at least.

The good news is, I don't have to close tomorrow!  Yay!