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bktheirregularThat frelling laptop got fixed at 5:15 this morning, finally. Windows XP is a cast-iron bicta to install from scratch, lemme tell ya.
Wake up at 11am and promptly collapse again; finally awake at 2pm, just in time to scrounge some lunch and take the folks to the airport. Bad omen alert: the Yankees were getting their cans kicked. By Tampa Bay. This is like ... what? Like the Jamaicans winning the gold medal in bobsled. Like Tomato Can McNeely knocking out Mike Tyson in fourteen seconds. It's just not supposed to happen.
We got off down the road late, so of course, ever step of the way, there was traffic. Good thing we left three hours to get to the airport. Still ... I have been fully conscious for four hours, three of which were spent on the Grand Central Parkway and the ... er ... crap, what's the road to Kennedy? Interstate 678? The Van Wyck, was it?
Y'know what? Screw it. I got them there in time. I got back. I'm toast.
Close entry.
Wake up at 11am and promptly collapse again; finally awake at 2pm, just in time to scrounge some lunch and take the folks to the airport. Bad omen alert: the Yankees were getting their cans kicked. By Tampa Bay. This is like ... what? Like the Jamaicans winning the gold medal in bobsled. Like Tomato Can McNeely knocking out Mike Tyson in fourteen seconds. It's just not supposed to happen.
We got off down the road late, so of course, ever step of the way, there was traffic. Good thing we left three hours to get to the airport. Still ... I have been fully conscious for four hours, three of which were spent on the Grand Central Parkway and the ... er ... crap, what's the road to Kennedy? Interstate 678? The Van Wyck, was it?
Y'know what? Screw it. I got them there in time. I got back. I'm toast.
Close entry.
