Well the Grolar is officially home. Home, where it's so humid you can practically drink the air. Home, where I have to drive about 20 minutes to get into town. Home, where it's hot as heck again.

I'm glad to be back though...at least partially. I'm back to the place I know, there's blue bell everywhere and a Chick-Fil-A right in town. Most importantly...I'm back home where there's soft toilet paper. *snuggles the stuff* Oh Charmin, you certainly spoil a bear. I swear, those hotels have some crappy stuff and now that I'm back with Charmin I'll never cheat on her again. "You're the only one for me, gal!"


Onto other things though. *coughs* So I don't think I'll try a drive like that again for quite some time, at least not without frequent stops and stopping for the night. 18-19 hours of pure driving, 1,200 miles. That's alot. I can't count how many times I nodded off during both drives. And Crytus...Crytus didn't help much. He went off to sleep on the way up there...let alone he was the one that got to sleep in late. Plus he wouldn't let me play my music loudly enough, which would've certainly woken me up.

I'm not going to tote the trip about in front of ya'll, but needless to say I enjoyed myself thoroughly and as always had to wish that I didn't have to come back down here.


Also, you people should watch out for Neon. He's got some sort of Voodoo powers, I'm telling ya. He touched my truck and I ended up having to listen to Lady Gaga's, "Love Game" over 15 times just on the way up there. Needless to say, I was practically forced to like the song after all that airplay. He did hook me up with qutie a good singer though, Kylie Minogue. She's damn good, unfortunately I just feel so darn "gay" while listening to her stuff. I could listen to "Stars" and "Wow" all day though.

Anyhow I should start getting ready for work. *groans*