The plane ride back was fine, if turbulent. As in full of turbulence. As in, occasionally I'd chew my Big Red Gum very hard and grip the arm rests in a vain attempt to discover solid ground. It was my best Columbus impression and you all missed it - complete with spontaneous dysentary. 'Tis a pity.
They tell me Tuesday is over. Kaput. I hadn't noticed on account of investing in the spiritually rewarding newness of Digital Cable. On the way home from work, I rented two digital converter boxes and made BF hook them up. I've watched Daria, music videos, the good, action parts of Matrix Reloaded, and accidently saw a naked Anna Nicole Smith. What's not to like?
Digital cable, you complete me.
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