OK, What Am I Forgetting? 12 February 2002

12:00 PM: It's a whole half-hour before the cab gets here and I'm .... packed.

Just doesn't seem right somehow. Airline tickets, yep. Passport, yep. Toothbrush, yep. MP3 CDs, yep. Scarf, yep. Kermit, nope, he's staying behind this trip because he was bad. Ham & cheese, I'm eating it. Alb, yep.

I was up all night doing the Monthly Chore for work, which I sort of neglected to do before, and which had to go live Today. And essentially up all weekend writing code for our own Top Sekrit projekt, but that code was yarn and bad and had to go in the dumpster. So now things are worse than they were when I started to "fix" them - sound familiar? Really, leaving the country is the only solution.

I haven't been to work at the office for the last three weeks, I think. Certainly the last two. I'm on the instant messenger systems all the time and obviously working from 8 AM until late at night, so I guess it's OK. Or not.

OK, now I'm starting to get nervous. Geezo boy. This is why I never travel. I hope everything goes OK.

I'm gone until March 1 - when Neko Case will be in town, yay! I may be able to check in from time to time, though. I'll see.

And hey, you didn't have to click on that, you know, so don't blame me if you did.

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

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