Fixed Week
Wednesday, 23. May 2007, 18:56:40
This week is one of relatively many repairs. By many I mean three, which is three more than nearly any other week.
First, I'm up and about again after several days of being nearly entirely useless (which is quite slightly more useless than normal). Some sort of illness. I suspect a bit of viral infection transmitted to my son from a little friend of his, then to me. It perhaps moved into my sinuses. And I may have made the mistake of spending the entire day mowing my overly-sized yard the very day all this discomfort was setting in. Surely that would serve to do anything but make matters better. Perhaps rinsing my throat with tremendous amounts of alcohol wasn't the best solution to all of that . . . particularly since I was swallowing and metabolizing all of that. Mmm. Whatever the case; whatever the case, very drunk, very sick, very much better now.
Secondly, the Widowmaker has emerged from the shop. Fixed, inspected and government approved my trusty Chevy S10 is again ready for action. Now, I can finally get the immense pile of cardboard out of my garage. Thrilling.
Finally, my Wii has been marked as "out for delivery" since six-something this morning. A few more short hours and I should finally be reunited with it. For the second time. The redundancy of that statement is not in error, as the re-union itself is a second one. That is to say, the second time I've been re-united with it. The third union in total. But not technically, perhaps... the serial number has changed. The same Wii concept, new Wii console. Hopefully this one will work properly.
All things in order, everything in its place. Onward. You may now yawn and avert your eyes.
First, I'm up and about again after several days of being nearly entirely useless (which is quite slightly more useless than normal). Some sort of illness. I suspect a bit of viral infection transmitted to my son from a little friend of his, then to me. It perhaps moved into my sinuses. And I may have made the mistake of spending the entire day mowing my overly-sized yard the very day all this discomfort was setting in. Surely that would serve to do anything but make matters better. Perhaps rinsing my throat with tremendous amounts of alcohol wasn't the best solution to all of that . . . particularly since I was swallowing and metabolizing all of that. Mmm. Whatever the case; whatever the case, very drunk, very sick, very much better now.
Secondly, the Widowmaker has emerged from the shop. Fixed, inspected and government approved my trusty Chevy S10 is again ready for action. Now, I can finally get the immense pile of cardboard out of my garage. Thrilling.
Finally, my Wii has been marked as "out for delivery" since six-something this morning. A few more short hours and I should finally be reunited with it. For the second time. The redundancy of that statement is not in error, as the re-union itself is a second one. That is to say, the second time I've been re-united with it. The third union in total. But not technically, perhaps... the serial number has changed. The same Wii concept, new Wii console. Hopefully this one will work properly.
All things in order, everything in its place. Onward. You may now yawn and avert your eyes.
WIDGETIZE