This weekend started out promising enough, if a little early. Got a call around 8:30am on Friday from work saying there was something to be picked up in Chicago (Glendale Heights to be exact), and it's final destination? A 3M facility in Kentucky. Couple that with the fact that it was a $450 run and I was off...and I saw that my route went straight through Indianapolis, where my vixen pet  kyubikumiho lives.

After that...if you mention IFC or anything else, I will fucking snap at you. I'm dead serious.