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Jan. 3rd, 2004 07:26 amGood times in Atlanta - I had the opportunity to see about 80% of the people I wanted to see. Thanks for those who took the time to make life a bit more sparky.
If I missed you, sorry.
After arriving in Rochester, NY at 10pm, and finally hitting the road around 11:30pm, I ended up in a lovely town called Manchester, where my car decided to overheat. I think I prevented it from damaging the engine, but the radiator is a goner. A very nice fellow who ran an emergency towing service was awakened by this jerk named "me" to drive him and his defunct car the last 70 miles to home base. Damnation. I don't wish to share how much that cost -- I'm in denial and writing it down will only solidify how lubelessly painful it was, and this is before any actual repairs ensue. I also get to figure out how I'm getting to work tomorrow. Also, his flatbed tow truck blew a ...something...about 10 miles into the trip. Fortunately, he had another...something...and we were able to continue, but that added another hour of waiting and holding a flashlight. I had no idea what he was doing. If it doesn't involve putting basic fluids into a car, such as antifreeze, oil, gas or milk, you may as well tell me the car doesn't have enough eels.
When it started raining, I just had to laugh.
After all, those are just the events, and mean little considering how much I've grown to appreciate all I have over the past couple of weeks.
Including Persephone, who bitched at me for a solid hour after I was home, and would start up again whenever I was doing anything besides combing her.
Time has been determined to move in increments of 10-43. There's no time in between those points.
A twinkie takes an hour and five minutes to produce from start to finish.
I have ten days of increments before things are right again. Pray for us sinners.
If I missed you, sorry.
After arriving in Rochester, NY at 10pm, and finally hitting the road around 11:30pm, I ended up in a lovely town called Manchester, where my car decided to overheat. I think I prevented it from damaging the engine, but the radiator is a goner. A very nice fellow who ran an emergency towing service was awakened by this jerk named "me" to drive him and his defunct car the last 70 miles to home base. Damnation. I don't wish to share how much that cost -- I'm in denial and writing it down will only solidify how lubelessly painful it was, and this is before any actual repairs ensue. I also get to figure out how I'm getting to work tomorrow. Also, his flatbed tow truck blew a ...something...about 10 miles into the trip. Fortunately, he had another...something...and we were able to continue, but that added another hour of waiting and holding a flashlight. I had no idea what he was doing. If it doesn't involve putting basic fluids into a car, such as antifreeze, oil, gas or milk, you may as well tell me the car doesn't have enough eels.
When it started raining, I just had to laugh.
After all, those are just the events, and mean little considering how much I've grown to appreciate all I have over the past couple of weeks.
Including Persephone, who bitched at me for a solid hour after I was home, and would start up again whenever I was doing anything besides combing her.
Time has been determined to move in increments of 10-43. There's no time in between those points.
A twinkie takes an hour and five minutes to produce from start to finish.
I have ten days of increments before things are right again. Pray for us sinners.