There's a coldest day in every year

Holy shit, ice is killin' me.

Money is, too, so I'm working the overnight shift at FedEx as often as possible in anticipation of my big move in early February, but that's not a big deal. I figure I'd be awake anyway so making money at it only makes sense. Or maybe cents? Oh, THE FUNNIEST!

But back to the ice, I guess. It was freezing rain in Norman in the AM today and my car was nice and frosted shut before I went to work. The roads were a little scary on the way up there, but nothing like they were just now on the way back. It was combination snowing/sleeting when I got off the dock at roughly 3:15 am, and I had barely combination gotten on the highway/apologized to Sara in a purposeful phone call for multiple pocket-dials while working when a semi flew past me at about 60mph and sprayed my car with slush so bad I had to put on my hazards and pull to the shoulder until my windshield re-defrosted. All told it took about three minutes with the defroster and wipers on full.

Then, as I got into Norman, the freezing rain got REALLY heavy and I had to put on some music to take my mind off the nervous wreck I was becoming in a car with two bald tires and virtually no gas in the tank. Thankfully, I caught The Who's "Love, Rain O'er Me" from the beginning, cranked it, and screamed my way through the rest of the drive. Roger Daltrey, at full volume, in full rock star wail: CATHARTIC. Always.

In two days' time, I will fly south to warmer(ish) climes and visit Sara in Dooooooooorant. Which is a good idea, with the weather up here being crapgasmic and my snuggle reserves feeling suspiciously like my gas tank. Re-read that sentence; tell me I didn't cash in my Man Card. You can't, can you? Feccccccccck awph wif'yas 'en!


Music is slow-going with me anymore. Brian S. didn't get back ahold of me this week about practice and Eric and I got so very little done in the way of working with the material Sunday. Isaiah and I are supposed to get together to pull a quick show-n'-play this week but who knows if he'll get ahold of me before I leave for Durant Wednesday evening. Who further knows whether Eric and Brian avail themselves at all. I am really starting to think I need to bail on Oklahoma -- there are far too few musicians who both know what they're doing and WANT to do it. Ah well. I'm probably not one of the former so maybe I shouldn't talk.

Or maybe I SHOULD.




Ice, go burn in hell. I don't wanna die before I get my songs on wax.