Fucking Hell

I am an extremely high energy person, and it takes me a great deal to become physically exhausted. But today has kicked my ass. No, not just kicked it... kicked it, skinned it and dragged it through the mud.

Before I left for work this morning I went for a brief (ten mile) run. This is an every day thing, no big deal. I commuted the hour it took me to get from Cincinnati OH to Georgetown KY during rush hour. I was still early so I went by my new house and dropped off my dog, Bundy. Work went as planned... no big deal. Same thing I do on a daily basis. Move corpses, drain fluids. Fill them up with other fluids. You know, normal stuff. Hell, I even left early so I could miss rush hour and get some packing done.

I drove up to my apartment building and saw a huge fucking U-Haul parked outside and my old boss (Dr. K for you long time readers LOL) sitting in the front seat, waiting. He took the day off to pack and move everything in my apartment (less the piano... he knows better than to fuck with my beloved like that). I didn't know whether to shoot him or to hug him. I'm not big on hugs... and my arsenal was packed, so I would have had to ask him where in the truck they were- that might be a dead give away he was toast. I just got back in the car and led him the hour back to Georgetown.

When we were done unloading the van I sent Dr. K home so I could start unpacking... much to his displeasure. I didn't want to deal with him anymore (big surprise). Of course as soon as he left Bundy decided it was HIS turn to go for a run- and being that there are leash laws (and I am now living in the middle of a Baptist campus, and we all know they EAT dogs haha) I was obligated to go with him... another five miles.