Obviously Ending
Today has been OK. What a difference "not feeling tired" makes. Too bad there isn't a way to create a link you can click to get a blast of whatever it is I mean by "feeling tired". I'm not sure how much information, real information, is conveyed by writing. It's good with certain kinds of stuff, less good with others. Maybe that's why they invented photographs and motion pictures and cell phones with vibrators attached. Sensory stimulation in the age of isolation, here in Oakland.
Now, the car. Rien suggests I junk the "gas guzzling lunchbox on wheels" and buy something with class and style. If good looking moi were to climb into a car of class and style the effect on the populace would be unpredictable. Steve asks what color. Steve understands lunchboxes on wheels, I will have to avoid him like the plague if I'm to talk myself out of buying this thing.
I called the first dealer and made an appointment to test drive it again on Sunday. I set out today for the dealership, but chickened out as I drove past. There is no logical reason in the world for me to buy this car, which means I will probably write a check on Sunday. After a while you learn how it works.
Tomorrow, back on the job. There are many things that need to be done. My fellow workers, short three people for the last two weeks, sound like zombies. One of them called this morning. Did I happen to know of any 512M RAM lying around? Yes, in my desk. Vacation is obviously ending.
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