Work is KILLING me with this shuttling bullshit. Which means for 12 hours straight, 7pm to 7am, I get to jump in and out of trucks older than Jesus as I drag milk tanks over scales and into unload bays all night. Also, apparently LAST time I did this a few weeks ago, they forgot to tell me to fill out a jockey sheet. SO SURPRISE. I DIDN'T GET PAID MY 255 THAT WEEK! I -thought- that paycheck week had been short, but I chalked it up to having had taken an advance out to pay off my truck.

This work pays hella good and my wallet will be thanking me next paycheck, BUT GODDAMN if it ain't mind bogglingly tough work. Maybe this will be good for me. I'm always looking for something to force me to try harder and condition my mind and body to more extremes. I'm running on nil sleep these days, which I find slightly better than my old habit of sleeping 15 hours a day.

But. I have a creative itch that gets ignored when I bust so much ass. I switched to trucking so that I could have that peace of mind and creative ability to work things out between decent jobs. Not really possible when I'm killing my knees all for the sake of getting Dallas area their milk processed.

Anywho. (bitchbitchbitchcomplain) Another thing, I'm probably gonna be quiet until sometime later this week. I've got no more internet on my hotspot, andI'm waiting for internet to show up sometime around Wednesday at the place. Until then I'm going to be pretty blacked out on communication. Or longer, if there are delays in getting it set up. It all just depends.

Love y'all! Here. Have a music video.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4dx42YzQCE

Fun Facts about this video:

It was created with stop motion.
Beck is the one holding the box out Jack White during the lyric "a box with something in it".
All the amps and drums were later donated.
And Jack White is still a pretentious twit who thinks he invented stripped down barebones rock music because he has apparently never heard of The Cramps.

Love,

Red