Yuck. Why am I doing this again? Oh yeah, cause nobody's gonna fix my van up for free, thats why. Fuck. I figure by fall or next spring I should be all set. I wanna travel without having to worry about shit. So That means getting the van tip top and getting stupid things like insurance and cell phone paid off for a while. I don't particularly hate my job, it just makes for a boring as fuck existence. I so very much miss the road and I'm so very sick of the same thing day in and day out. I wasn't made for this. God's own prototype, languishing in the dilithium mines of a foreign spacescape. But there is light at the end of the tunnel. Faint, but it's there. Focus on the light, resist the urge to tell the boss to suck a bag of dicks. I got this. See you soon fellow wanderers.