Diesel Fuel & Pornography

Winston-Salem, North Carolina. I'm picking up a load to Chambersburg, Pennsylvania which technically doesn't deliver until 17:00 tomorrow. The load is only 335 loaded miles, so, needless to say, I'll be taking it in early and praying that the customer will take it. Otherwise I'll spend two days for 335 miles. I'd like to think the shipper will get me loaded quickly and I could get it up there today. But this is one of those places where it's best to bring a lunch.

Not much else is going on. My safety bonus posted to my checking account. It wasn't as much as I could have hoped for. But every little bit counts. It's money that I didn't have, right? Now I just have to decide if I'm going to buy more Christmas presents or put it aside for the equipment fund. Or do I put it with the week's paycheck and go on a drunken rampage through area strip clubs? Hehe. Yeah, like I'd ever do that. Much cheaper to buy a little Grand Marnier and surf the Internet for porn.

Geez, I should stop joking around. I'm making myself sound like some kind of pervert. Hell, people might start thinking I'm a Republican or an Evangelical or something.

Oh, well. I'm going to take a nap until I'm loaded. From here I'll have to make a white-knuckled dash to Greensboro for fuel. I told the company I was critically low on fuel. Their response was essentially “well, before you run out, could you pick up this load?” Hehe. Needless to say, I'm not idling my engine.