adrenaline

was crazy flowing through my veins and i had to steady out my breathing this morning after a semi almost squeezed me between it and the sidewall. i was cruising in my lane and i was about half way past the trailer of the semi when i noticed it starting to merge into my lane. my first thought was that i could take the shoulder if he continues. then i noticed that the shoulder was ending and was being replaced by a nice concrete wall that was tight to the road. so then i started to get a bit nervous about being the middle of the semi - concrete wall sandwich. i jammed on the horn while jamming on the gas and he didn't hear me and was still coming. right when i didn't have anymore room.....the shoulder came back and i took it throwing up dust all over and then swerving back onto the highway. then i had to start the whole, calm down, you're cool, exercise before i hyperventilated (which i use to do during the huge, no show just loud explosion fireworks when i was little and we were parked right next to them). then i finally arrived to work to discover that little big man was gone. woo hoo! then my happiness ended when he walked in a couple hours later. boo.

possibly

i could be more bored, but that would require me to stop breathing. i'm relying on the activity of inhaling and exhaling to get me through the rest of the work day. maybe.

surely

it's not the operator and this computer is fucked up. sometimes it just eats things and they can't be found. oh well, i guess since it's always just work stuff and never anything that i would cry about. i just had to come across a box of krispy kreme doughnut holes. krispy kreme being my favorite and doughnut holes being my favorite, so forget whatever diet i was going to try out. i've decided to be hulk hogan for halloween. why so much advanced planning? cause it's my favorite and i always come up with something now and then drag my feet until the day before. i grabbed a hulkamania shirt off of ebay today, so i'm off to a great start. now i just need to start working on that deep red tan and shirt ripping. maybe i'll lose count of how many shirts i have to rip off and i will expose myself at whatever party i end up at. hmmmm.....what a nice innocent plan.

deep

in the southern woods of a red state is a little place called rich's last resort. the drive there was an adventure in itself. i assumed that it was going to be like our last place and i only had nine dollars on me when i searched the tiny store for an atm that did not exist. i was in the first group to arrive so we picked the "better" cabin, did our business in their cabin and then sat in the river playing cards while being approached by intoxicated rednecks. we got up bright and early and climbed into a van and then into our canoes. my ass is still sore from sitting on it and my hands can still feel the oars. it took two people hanging on me and a slippery rock to dunk me for the free for all baptism. we ran out of food and drink, two pairs of sunglasses were lost, one pair that wasn't ours was found, two other items were lost, the boys got some burns, two coolers were busted and no one tipped, well sort of, i swear i saw the boys in a "situation".