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Killer, blogging on the run.

I have officially packed the last of my crap and loaded up the moving van. I now have to move everything to a storage unit in Jackson, MS, then drive my Jeep to California. I am starting a job in Sacramento in a few weeks.

Before Memphis I was a travel nurse for many years. A travel nurse, or Nurse Whore, as I like to be referred, is a nurse who works three to six months any place there is a nursing shortage. Luckily for me, there is a nursing shortage everywhere. I keep going to Northern Cali, because they pay more than anyone else, and money is key to all of us whores.

I love moving into a new town. I love to get lost and drive around for hours until I figure out where I am. I have gotten very good at it. The first thing I do is look up every brewery in a fifty mile radius and go get my drink on. You can pretty much name almost any major city in America and I will be able to discuss, in detail, the breweries. I can only understand where you work or live, if you tell me where it is relation to a brewery. I also realize that cirrhosis of the liver is an awful way to die, but I plan to drink my way through that as well. On a positive note, yellow is my favorite color, and being jaundice is really big with liver failure.

I have grown fond of Memphis. There are not many cities that have a BBQ joint on every corner, and Elvis' image plastered on everything that does not move. I'm not joking, the hospital I worked at is the Elvis Presley Memorial Trauma Center (I like to add "and rib shack" to the end, but it tends to confuse people.) Our specialty was treating people who suffer from a drug over dose while having a bowel movement.
Memphis really is a cool town, I recommend you check it out some time if you are down this way.

I am going to haul ass across America in a "Cannon Ball Run" inspired 3 day trek. I like to drive and pretend I am in a race with the people around me. I like to think of myself as Burt Reynolds, but deep down I know that I would really be Dom Deluise. I plan to blog from the road, most hotels have high speed access in the rooms now. 12 hours of straight driving leaves me alone with my thoughts for a long time. After that much "me" time I am always quite hysterical by the time I get to the hotel. It should make for either a really good blog, or some really incoherent gibberish.

Being in close proximity to San Francisco will also give me a chance to track down one of Othur-me's music gigs and heckle him. Actually I would not heckle him, but I do love good music.