Careers Are Like Jobs, Except They Suck For Longer
My first stop today was Jasper for a crummy update, and then I had to run up to Terre fucking Haute for a recheck, so I took US-231 northbound to Bloomfield, and then decided to take westbound IN-54 to US-41 northbound, which will take you right into Terre fucking Haute. I figured it couldn't waste any more time than getting back on I-64 and taking that to 41, anyway.
IN-61 north to I-64 east to US-231 north to IN-45 north used to be the route I took to Bloomington, and Bloomfield isn't all that far off; I hit the turn-off where I had to turn left to stay on 231, and I looked at the road sign and thought, If I get on 45 instead, in an hour, I will be home.
I didn't. I did what I was supposed to do, and went to Terre Haute. And that fucking sucked.
I'm tired, and I've got to go get the ol' taxes done in about an hour or so. And tomorrow I will be home, and tomorrow maybe something will turn up for me, and tomorrow will be better.
IN-61 north to I-64 east to US-231 north to IN-45 north used to be the route I took to Bloomington, and Bloomfield isn't all that far off; I hit the turn-off where I had to turn left to stay on 231, and I looked at the road sign and thought, If I get on 45 instead, in an hour, I will be home.
I didn't. I did what I was supposed to do, and went to Terre Haute. And that fucking sucked.
I'm tired, and I've got to go get the ol' taxes done in about an hour or so. And tomorrow I will be home, and tomorrow maybe something will turn up for me, and tomorrow will be better.