Last night was my first night at home in I think 4 or 5 days. I had to come home because I am sick with some crap and I need to detox. Plus, I missed my cats. Plus, Seth missed Burnout3.
So anyway, I don’t have to work until tomorrow, so I thought I’d get to just sit around and do nothing until tomorrow morning. Nope. not even going to happen. My uncle needs to be taken to Baton Rouge for some appointment that he said was tomorrow. This is a 50 minute trip, and that’s just one-way. I got paid crap last week, so I told them I couldn’t do it unless they paid for the gas. The way I’m feeling, they should have to PAY me. To go. Like a job. Because that will be what it’s going to be like.