yucky day

I’m on my last leg to dayton. I’ve spent all day on the plane with the exception of a few minutes to inhale a cigarette. We’ve been delayed all day. My shirt sleeves are dirty. I’m tired. The ride is bumpy. Life is good.

Oh... wendell told me they captured the courtroom idiot. Not before, though, he shot another man, which coincidentally turned out to be a us customs agent and stealing his way into some woman’s apartment in gwinnett county. Weirdly enough, he surrendered peacefully. I haven’t been on the ground to see the news reports for the exacts. But, then again, if you’re getting news from here...

Al and I are going to have a beer when we get in. After that, I’m sure the bed has my name on it. I am so exhausted. I have an early day tomorrow, then get to be lazy in the big easy for a day.

if things don’t improve – in more ways than one – I’m going to be looking for a new job. I sware. I’ve said it over and over. I hung in there through probation. I made it. Now I’m on a line. But it’s so damn hard being away from town, friends, the ability to date, etc... it gets downright depressing sometimes.

We’ll see.