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while Max drove around randomly tonight I started reading the signs on each church we passed. If ever I go to church in Dallas I’m torn between the church which said “Be still. I am god.” and “3 chicken fingers fries for 2.99.” Both signs speak to me.
I got a refurb dell mini9 with audio issues. The audio issues persist between multiple OSes. So for the past 3 hours I’ve been watching two dell technicians install, uninstall, remove partial and reinstall the audio drivers while I try to tell them it’s a hardware issue. I know why this machine was in the refurb store now. Why can’t I just carry this shit to a shop say “look?! I know what I’m talking about.” and have them repair it?
I’m not having a good day with dell, being sick to my stomach or with worry over what’s going on in my department at work. I’m worried about Max’s brother who’s apparently off his medication again and being a starin on his family. bleh. at least the french sirens are funny. :p
come play with me either on loopt or google latitude. I can’t be the only person around that finds this whole idea of letting people see where I’m at or when I’m close interesting. :p
I would like permission to speak regarding the recent large scale football game to my coworkers and on my personal blog in reasons of no personal gain. I was informed via your commercial ad that I needed your consent for such.