this morning i realized that no matter how big of a jackass i am on the road, there's always some asshole out there that's worse. nothing in particular to site as an example, but i just wanted to go on record as saying that sunday morning drivers are the biggest bunch of morons i've ever seen. myself excluded, of course.

i spent the majority of last night sitting around the house, procrastinating on the laundry tip. i ended up getting off my ass and headed over to a party at jim's house. there were actually a few people there, so i proceeded to down some cold ones and hang out for a bit. last night was "thunder night", which is the official kickoff to the kentucky derby festival. the whole derby thing has evolved into a two week party in the city of louisville, kentucky, using a horse race as a good excuse to get wasted. thunder over louisville, the big kickoff, is just what we affectionately term "the largest fireworks display in north america" or something like that. to tell the truth…if you've seen it once, you've seen it every year. but i guess being trashed and standing on a friend's garage roof (which is where i was last night)…well…it didn't make it any better, i guess. fooey.

so knowing i had to work today, i stopped being anti-social at yon party and just headed home. i ended up making a couple of quick drunken phone calls, then settled in for some reading before bed. i tell you what…i'm a boring motherfucker.

and i haven't had any coffee this morning…