Waiting for the Disk Repairman
8 December 1999
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Waiting for the Disk Repairman
8 December 1999
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4:46 PM: The power went *bloo!* about an hour ago, and the machines I need to work are still down. Plus I got here at 10 AM today for a meeting which I guess was canceled - either that or it only lasted 5 minutes and I missed it, and everyone's keeping very very quiet about it. I'd believe it. Point being, though, that here I am, waiting around, nothing to do, falling asleep, wasting my time yet again. Neat.
I think the power outage was my fault, anyway. I sent a note to our building-stuff person saying "brrrrrrrrrrrr" because it was freezing in here. Not long after, powie!, and now there's warm air coming out of the giant ceiling tube vent tentacles. I can sympathize, I've lived in apartments myself where the fuses would go if you tried to run the heat and the lights at the same time...
Maybe I should just go rent a movie or something.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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