Moving right along, I'll still have one more night on the road, probably up near Hermiston, OR. This is a familiar route, one I've been doing since coming back to the company.

There are alternatives, but those loads don't seem to be coming my way. I have yet to take a load into the LA area. I kind of like running up I-5; of course, now with the idling ban it wouldn't be so much fun, but there are alternatives going that way, too.

For the past couple days I've been trying to come to terms with a situation that doesn't really inolve me, but I stepped into it as unwelcome as possible. That's one of my greatest failings in life, stepping into other people's business when they'd rather be totally f**ked up about it, thank you very much.

I don't know why I do it, either. It's never comes out right and intentions are often mistaken. Friendships are often destroyed. Yet, I still have this need to f**K around where I'm not welcome.

Oh, well, guess I'd better get down the road. It's an hour past when I planned on leaving, meaning I'll have to stop short of where I want to be before the final push into Seattle.