I am traveling this week. This means, I could end up snatching someone's liver out through their ass and smothering them with it. I hates me a fast lane slow-poke.
I am going to put some serious miles on my car this week. I will be hitting all the high spots of Louisiana and several low spots as well. I have to stay in some off-the-road little cajun town, because there are no hotel rooms available in south Lousiana, still. How much hotel money do people have, for Pete's sakes? It's cheaper to get an apartment than to rent a hotel room for months on end. I'm ready for things to get back to normal!! Don't get me started on the gas prices. It is soooo ridiculous that they have jacked up our prices based on hurricane Rita which had potential to hurt the refineries, but didn't.
At the end of the week, I am planning to go to the Ozark mountains to see the pretty autumn leaves. I'll be selling a kidney to get the gas money for that trip. I desperately wanted to swing by Jackson, Mississippi on Thursday, because my honeyman, Shaun Morgan, will be playing a concert there. I had planned to go to that concert, but there was no way to work out the travel plans I have to do for work and still make it there. Something had to drop, and I decided to drop the thing I *wanted* to do, instead of any of the things I *have* to do. Maybe I can catch Seether (and Audioslave) at another venue. I hate to miss them on Thursday, but I just have to face the fact that I can't make it.
I have to hurry up and hit the road.
Look out, slow-pokes.