In the drivers' lounge in Tunnel Hill.

I've been sitting on this uncomfortable sofa all night, trying to sleep with no luck. I'll probably sit here until I'm so tired that I just pass out. I'm not expecting much in regard to getting out of here today. But I'm going to wait and see what happens before I go talking to Mr. Haynes about a new (okay, “new” means “another”) truck. I still want to hang on to my truck, but at this point I just can't afford the commitment much longer.