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And what an inane trip it was.
Mar. 17th, 2003 05:35 pmI made a journey that should've been 327 miles in 376 and taken no more than four hours (even less at the rate I was going) in roughly five.
You do the math, and that's how deep and profoundly raging my incompetence was today.
Sigh. Home though, which I cannot be happier about. Living in the family room loses its charm when you have no other choice. And since mum sent about a week's worth of food along, there's no pressing Publix need.
And I forgot how much fun The X-Files could be. Mmm, syndication. "He's getting his ya-yas out." You never stop loving your first fandom pairing.
You do the math, and that's how deep and profoundly raging my incompetence was today.
Sigh. Home though, which I cannot be happier about. Living in the family room loses its charm when you have no other choice. And since mum sent about a week's worth of food along, there's no pressing Publix need.
And I forgot how much fun The X-Files could be. Mmm, syndication. "He's getting his ya-yas out." You never stop loving your first fandom pairing.
