I drove for three and a half hours yesterday.

I deliver today at noon.

It's cold here this morning.

Do I sound BORED?

I hope this isn't how things are going to be with this company.

I mean, I should welcome all the free time, but dilly-dallying down the road is a bit tiring.

Well, I wasn't going to go to the customer loc last night and park overnight on a street in Metro LA. Mostly, because I don't have a sign that says, "Rob me, I don't have a gun!" Not that I'm saying Metro LA is a high crime area because it is. We're warned about going down there. "Be careful, watch out, be on your guard, park in a safe and secure location." I don't consider parking on the side of a street near a customer warehouse safe and secure.

So, I stopped at the Flying J in Frazier Park. Had an okay dinner last night.

But, I didn't work on the two stories I'm supposed to be working on. I'm too bored to do that.

Also, I ran off and left my prescription supply at home. I had seven days worth thinking I'd be back in seven days, as in when the recruiter told me, "We like to get our drivers home every week." A week is seven days, right?

So, I skipped a day. Now, I can last until Friday, unless I skip another day, which means I don't have to get home until Saturday. It's not like not taking my meds is going to kill me. Well, not taking the antidepressant might make me a little dangerous to myself, but I've been there before. Heck, I'm there quite often, but I don't actually do it. Like most people, I hope, I don't really want to do it; or, heaven forbid, get caught in the act of doing it and lose my job, lose my CDL, lose everything, which would be kind of like doing it, but not actually doing it.

It's all a state of mind. I am okay. A little depressed maybe, but I am okay.

Really, you can trust me on this. I am okay.

It's just I have to get home so I can get my supply of pills so I don't have to force myself to be okay. I can be medicated into thinking I'm okay, which is so much easier.

Don't tell anyone, but I've been thinking about my next series. Nothing definite, but it's out there bugging the shit out of me.

Well, guess I'd better get going. 95 miles to go. At this time of morning, maybe 3 hours? I-5 to I-605 to customer warehouse.

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