Fuckin' Friday the 13th. Cool. And I've started the day off right. This morning I broke a mirror, walked under a ladder, let a black cat cross my path (that took forever, there aren't any black cats in our complex), took the Lord's name in vain (but I do that anyway), and various other superstitous things. Actually, I did none of those things (except for the Lord's name in vain thing).

I feel like hammered shit (which isn't easy to do nor too fun, take it from me). I got up this morning with a headache that would not let go and absolutely no energy. Of course, I get up everyday with no energy, but this was worse. I really had no energy. I've had a bagel though (headache has kind of curbed the appetite), so things have improved some. The headache's gone, for now, at least. Now, I need to get fuckin' paid so I can go get lunch.

I think I set a new land speed record in the 'little-boxy-vibrates-at-high-speeds-can't-possibly-be-going-that-fast' category. I actually pegged the speedo in my little Ford Festiva. Fucker was vibratin' like bastard too. My hands were tingly for about 20 minutes after I finally slowed down and got off the interstate. Let me tell you just how I made good time.

The wife and I got to Holly's house to pick her up at 12:46. She said to be there between 12:30 and 1:00 so we were...literally. Anyway, she's not there. She shows up 15 minutes later, and after another 15 minutes of messing around and grabbing her stuff, we head out. We drive another 15 minutes or so to the interstate so it's like 1:40 or so when we finally get headed out. We stop once for gas and that is in our destination city so we didn't really lose any time and we pulled into Jen's at about 5:00. After 30-45 minutes of miscellaneous wandering around, I head home, and after missing not one, but two fuckin' turns, I headed back home from Winter Park, Florida at roughly 6:00. At roughly 8:15, I was pulling off the interstate 190 miles later. Pretty good eh? I was running around 75-80-85 all the way home. Had a couple of heart attack moments too.

As things usually go when you're travelling the major thoroughfares, I was in a large group of vehicles, all running equally around 75 mph, until a car goes by at about 85-90. Well, I floor it and try to keep up as long as I can. The end result is that my vibrating little ass is left behind, gradually, and I've pulled away from the 'pack'. So, a few miles ahead of me is a 'pack' of cars, and a few miles behind me is another 'pack' with me all at my lonesome. Well, I decided to be brave and was running close to 85 mph (oh, by the way, the speed limit is 70) even though I don't have a radar detector or anything. As I crest a hill, I believe I pegged the speedo when all of a sudden, in the twilight, I see not one, but two Sheriff's cars sitting in the median. One facing North, the other facing South. As my heart jumped up into my throat and my sphincter tightened up so much I got a cramp, I watched in the rear-view just waiting for a set of blues to come on and head my way. Luckily, nothing happened. Must have been my magical 'economy car aura'. Basically, they looked at the radar, saw that it was a little boxy Ford and thought, "Shit, it can't really be going that fast, forget it." Heh, being puny and wimpy has its advantages.

Anyway, the girls were supposed to be heading to Georgia by (or before) 6:00 and then on into Chicago today. The wife told her mom that she would call her from Georgia, but we've heard nothing. Of course, her mom is worried to death, but not me. I choose to think that they got into Georgia really late and she didn't want to call and wake us up. I am hoping, however, that once they reach Chicago she calls. Just to let me know where she is. Yes, I'm a little worried too, but not much. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. I'm just worried about the other girls. Don't want Jen or Jen (yes, you read that right) to fall asleep while driving and lose it and run off the road. But I won't think that way. They're lauging it up, having fun and are winging their way to the windy city as I write this...I hope.

When I got home last night, I had enough money left over that I took a short detour and hit the Roadhouse Grill in Deerfield and had myself a Roadie. One of the best fuckin' steaks I've ever had. Of course, when the wife reads this, I'm going to get smacked. Oh well. Tonight, I think I'm going to go get sushi. Since my mother-in-law is keeping Demonchild all weekend, I'll only have Icebear Jr. and he doesn't eat sushi (unless we pureé it) so I can get some sushi and sashimi and not run up a big tab. Heh...I'm such a bad Bear. When the wife's away, the 'Bear will play. Might even go to a movie, but that's not for sure. The wife is putting a strangle hold on our finances so we don't run into any more problems, so I'm going to be bad while she's gone because I won't have this chance again. Heee.

Anyway, that's it for now. I might update later. Heh...after the wife reads this, I might be updating from the Dog House. Stay tuned and find out. Till next entry, keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the bar.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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