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  I Put The Boy In La-Z

4 May 2001

6:50 PM: Somehow I managed to smash my network drivers last night. Stupid computer hung up and the power switch just does Not Work. So I have to pull the plug on it to reboot it. That doesn't always make for a happy machine.

Naturally this happened just as contracting stuff I haven't heard about for weeks suddenly popped up. I was certain I wouldn't be able to get it working Today, and had a whole weekend of working at 56k ahead of me. Shudder. So easily spoiled. But! Fortunately, deleting the driver and letting it plug-N-play itself back into reality seems to have fixed whatever was wrong. And I found out I was using the wrong DNS addresses to boot. So maybe it's a plus on balance.

So anyway, though, that took a while. And I was up for a really, long, time yesterday. Let myself sleep in as comp. Then email and this and that, and well... I hear it was nice outside today again.

Come on, I'll go in Monday. It's not a big.

Ooh! But! Vacation! Next week! Because I'm going to have my not-dead-yet anniversary Wednesday, and I plan on being quite hung over the following days. So only working Monday and Tuesday. That should be nice.

Finally managed to give Saul his birthday cigarettes last night (because Nothing says you care like cancer). Bar packed again. I miss the days when it would be kind of empty in the evening. Suppose the owner doesn't, though. Saw Greta for the first time in ages. She was very kind and told me a bunch of lies about how well I looked, which I appreciated. She got the Big Sinus bug too, it seems. Germ warfare?

Gosh, all this saying "work" has plumb wore me out. Better go take a nap.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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