A few Random Thoughts for a Wednesday:

I am tired.

I am sick of fast food.

The standard of room cleanliness varies greatly in Holiday Inn Expresses; also I don’t feel any smarter when I stay at one.

Both my knee and my head hurt.

Winter sucks.

You can tell when you cross into the south by how disgusting the restrooms are; Often times my penis is the cleanest thing in them.

The south starts in southern Indiana.

I tend to call it northern Kentucky.

Madison, Indiana is the prettiest town I have seen in this state, it has great brew pubs and restaurants and it looks a lot like a scaled down Charleston. Yes, I plan on going back.

Every county in this state thinks they have the worst Meth problem.

I am on the road or busy 12 to 16 hours a day, all month.

My flower is leaving for a country music conference in Nashville on Valentines Day.

She will get drunk and call me every hour for the week she is gone.

Last year, she hung out with a midget country band and a black cowboy.

11% of all children born in this country are in fact born with tails.

I am thinking about giving up, alcohol, tobacco and firearms, for Lent.

I think South Carolinas state slogan should stay “Smiling faces and Beautiful places”

There are more rebel flags in southern Indiana than in all the mid-Atlantic southern states.

I ate at a place called Bubba’s, they had a garage and tow service attached, a mechanic was on duty.

I have a knack for running into traffic jams, that last for hours.

I know more about hotel/motel check-in policy’s than most of the people working there.

My cell phone goes dead when ever there is an emergency or something important going on.

I need to buy a phone card from the bodega down the street.

Indian’s run most of the motels in Indiana.

Sometimes it’s best if you bring your own linen.

I have met some really nice people and just a few assholes.

I tip housekeeping even though I am only there one night.

My wife was piss’ed at me Sunday, and took it out on Tattoo John, who she calls Peter Pan.

After getting home, she more appropriately redirected her anger.

She told me this morning she wasn’t mad at me anymore.

My flower went out Monday night before the “Nickleback” concert (sorry, she wasn’t able to get signed tee-shirts and CD’s, for you fans).

She fell drunkenly with a 2001 Kentucky Derby glass in her hand, at our humble home around 12:00am.

She called me from ER, where she was getting stitches in her hand.

She stole all forcipes and tweezers they used (they are great for tying fly’s).

When I got home last night, our home still looked like a crime took place, or at least a Voodoo ritual.

I had it clean when she got home from work.

I made a multi-cultural diner for us both: Pierogi’s, with French Onion soup and fiesta corn (the Green Giant kicks ass).

Someone at work as done their best to push me under the train while I was gone.

The police in Alabama now think that the church fires last week and the four last night, might somehow be linked.

JQP