Σ shares my affinity for computers. For a variety of reasons, she also shares my childhood lack of access to computers.
Entirely different reasons, mind you.
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That means when she’s with me she tends to go a little nuts online. Today was a case in point.
I’m in the 2T for the weekend. Between yet another night of little to no sleep, the drive from the Command Center, containing Σ and Mom watching a 1968 rerun of The Lawrence Welk Show not 15 feet from me, I believe I’ve met the perfect storm.
The perfect storm of my undoing. A one and a two ….
It’s an inescapable wave of fatigue and setting lotion. Damn near impossible to avoid under these conditions.
It’s Friday evening, and the Command Center A/C unit has been fighting a losing battle against the elements all day.
Or 99 degrees outside as of this writing. Yup. It’s a hot one.
Right, so I’d better finish this FCR before it gets even more uncomfortable.
I spent today doing something resembling real work. Shocking, isn’t it?
Over the past 24 hours SB and my other sites have earned a grand total of … 13 cents. Since I don’t live in Bangladesh, I need to improve upon that number.
Contrary to popular belief, Idaho isn’t that cheap.
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Unfortunately, I’ve run into some problems ….
When I’m not blogging or herding cats, one of my favored pastimes is borrowing CDs at the library down the street. The scheme is simple. First, I log on to my account, find CDs and put them on hold. When they make their way to my library branch, I check them out. Then I take them home, rip them, and bring them back in short order. Rinse and repeat. It works out well.
Thus far I haven’t had many problems with scratched CDs.
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It works until CDs become completely obsolete, anyway. While we wait for that, let’s take a look back at where CDs came from, shall we?
A couple months ago I attempted to reset myself by staying up all night and throughout the next day. It didn’t help much, but at least then I did it on purpose.
Today’s “reset” was totally inadvertent. I tried to get some sleep earlier, but weird dreams are all I have to show for it.
As usual I don’t remember details, but they involved wearing remnants of Georgia State Route 40.
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Thursday evening, and I’m having dinner at the Mongolian Bistro on Overland. They have baby corn here.
Σ loves this stuff. I can’t stand it.
Big deal, right? Well, yeah, like baby corn it’s not that exciting. That is, until you consider I’m writing today’s SB at this fine establishment.
By rights I should skip posting today. I’m beyond dead tired. Dry corned beef was the highlight of my day, and I’m still devastatingly sore from a 30-minute workout two days ago. The Muse just isn’t there.
Lactic acid is the bane of my existence right now.
So yeah, it’s gonna be another one of those short, cheesy posts.
It’s Friday. I’m still sore and north of 275 pounds. Still, any day I manage to stay out of Jackson’s is a good day.
Especially recently.
