Fugging Refrigerators

Man. What a day so far. At my first stop in Elizabethtown, North Carolina I had to help unload 20 refrigerators. Hell, I came in on two hours of sleep as it was. That just burned my reserves. Now I'm just running on willpower.

I'm hoping I'll get to Kings Mountain today. Birthday boy and and all. But I won't hold my breath. If ever they were going to fuck me over, it will be today. Besides, I wouldn't be surprised if I'm routed through Greensboro for a drug test, seeing as how I'm an Interstate Outlaw and all.

I'll call the Safety Dept later once I get a better signal. Might as well get it over with and see what bizarre logic they display afterwards.