Funny, I Don't Feel Like A King
1 August 2000
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3:54 PM: Beginning to regain feeling in my jaw, after a trip to the dentist to get my permanent, final, really for true crown installed. Never mind that I heard my dentist talking to a patient in the next chamber about how all those old, splintered crowns would need to come out. At least he gave me nitrous this time. I think I fell asleep. Woosp.
8:46 PM: Maybe it's just that in my heart, I don't want to go to McDonalds.
More database follies today, until Lana finally found an entry in the MySQL mailing list archives that mentioned a problem with file descriptors. Oh look, on FreeBSD it breaks after N tables unless you uncomment out these obscure lines in the startup script. Not that you would read about this in documentation. Toy, it's a Toy. I swear I am going to download Interbase and see if it's a pig or not.
Anyways, tired now. Not too sore, mostly weird and disoriented. More than usual, I mean. Go home I think. Sleep, mmmmmmm........
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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