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News From Nowhere (In Which Pooh Tells Piglet to Get Stuffed)
Get this. We pull out of here by noon tomorrow, and, at this point, I'd guess we're 95% packed. Is that good or bad? I don't know anymore. I can no longer feel anything below my calves. Is that good or bad?
Today. Well, trucks were sucessfully swapped. Loads were swapped. Spooky and I finally reached a point, about 20 minutes ago, where we could no longer walk the distance to the truck and back. We'd have been screwed right and proper if not for "Jim" and Byron. Oh, and Hubero came home and is very, very confused.
All I want is sleep. Oh, thanks to Byron's fancy PC, I will likely blog on the road, How fucking "cyberbeat" is that?
Today. Well, trucks were sucessfully swapped. Loads were swapped. Spooky and I finally reached a point, about 20 minutes ago, where we could no longer walk the distance to the truck and back. We'd have been screwed right and proper if not for "Jim" and Byron. Oh, and Hubero came home and is very, very confused.
All I want is sleep. Oh, thanks to Byron's fancy PC, I will likely blog on the road, How fucking "cyberbeat" is that?