On the highway--in my head

Somewhere around Columbus, by now I really don't remember-it might have be Cincinnati...It was all the same stretch of road I-71 to I-65 scanning the dial for a decent song or the local public radio station fighting to keep Hamhock Butt on his side of the truck wishing I had a damn CD player or something so I didn't have to listen to the nightmare that is the FM dial...I got circled around the city the wrong direction due to a road closure. Made for an extra hour of driving.It was my only real issue the whole trip home.
I'm here now. Unpacked and ready to paint or wallpaper or whatever I might find amusing. I shouldn't put any time or energy into this place-but I have nothing going on in my life so I might as well have something to do. And this will certainly fill the hours...days...who knows how long...sometime anyway.And the next time I go out I'll have music-yet another reason why it would've been a bad idea to buy an mp3 player. And lest we forget my over-educated under-skilled ass can't even get a job as an online tutor or an adjunct professor at the University of fucking Phoenix. I am 40 shades of worthless in the realm of employability. So I might as well redecorate.
So now I'm back on the Eastside. Mr. Baby is so tired he isn't even annoying-after all, he only got about 2 hours of sleep all day. Sucks to be him.
Now that I have made note of this I will return to enjoying the benefits of high speed internet.