04-28-05 - 7:45 p.m.
it's the night before bruce eve, as the codger would say, and all is right with the world. i ran receiving by myself this week, dealing with everything from little debbies to truck tires to earthworms to thousands of foam beer can coolers, and wallyworld kept spinning. the week, including a trip to carson city for the "controversial" unrated version of the new springsteen dualdisc masterpiece, kicked my ass. i am ready for a 14 hour turnaround trip to phoenix with berries and the rumble doll, bruce on saturday night, a quick stop in vegas on the way home. berries wants truckstop food; i just want to hear bruce sing "$50 up the ass".
carey the seymour cassel lookalike returned from vacation today and promptly resumed his gradeschool playground version of wooing.
suppose, i told him, between now and the time you break up with "the little woman", i find my knight in shining armour?
he pondered this for a moment; then shrugged. i'm mr. fixit, he answered. and i'll fix that too.