Hey Randy...

What's that you say about loving your fucking job? Well, I hate my fucking job. I was telling my sister about how Randy says that after introducing the band at almost every show. She didn't get it.
I am just so blah lately. It could be from the meds I am on, but I really think that it's because I am so damn unhappy with work. I found out that my dream job is available at one of the YMCAs down here. I sent my resume this morning, I was hoping to have heard something by now. Even if I don't hear anything from the jobs I have applied for I am going to go ahead and update all of my certifications. Letting them go was so foolish. So, looks like I will have to follow Brian's advice and ask Daddy-O for the money. I hate that though. I have NEVER asked him for anything, in 29 (almost 30) years. Sure, he's given me money, but I have never ASKED him for it. Grrr.
Okay, back to work.
BTW, Stoney kicks ass.
But the song for the day is Windfall, as performed by Wade Bowen. (Written by Steve Earl?)
Now and then it keeps you runnin'
Never seems to die
Trails spin with fear
And not enough livin' on the outside
Never seem to get far enough
Stayin' in between the lines
Hold on to what you can
Waitin' for the end
Not knowin' when
May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor
Two hands on the wheel
May the wind take your troubles away
Tryin' to make it far enough
To the next time zone
Few and far between past the midnight hour
You never feel alone
You're really not alone
Switchin' it over to am
Searchin' for a truer sound
Can't recall the call letters
Steel guitar and settle down
Catchin' an all night station
Somewhere in Louisiana
It sounds like 1963
But for now it sounds like heaven
May the wind take your troubles away
May the windTake your troubles away

I think it's time to wash the Jeep and take the top off. I need some fresh air. And a road trip, but at $3 a gallon, not likely.