Here I am at 123 Computer in Brampton, waiting for them to get my stuff together. It’s taking a while. But really, I should be out of here any time.

Tonight, in my search to find good Linux setup, I’ll be setting an Ubuntu box, a distro I’ve only ever heard good things about. We’ll see how that goes, but I’m going to see if I can set up a cron job to backup from a Samba share, roll it all up into a tarball, and save it in an autonamed directory. Time for some script-fu? Or am I going to find a program with a nice GUI somewhere in the midst of the 16,000 packages that I can get for Ubuntu? Who knows. An adventure this shall be, says Yoda.

So… I’m still waiting, and it seems like it’s taking forever. Not only that, but I don’t really have anything to write about. Okay, so I drank less coffee today than I have for a while - so what? Big deal, you say, except that I’m starting some sort of ripple effect at the shop and now Jerry is vowing to stop the black liquid as well. Cue flying pigs. (rimshot)

I’ve done something wonderful and artistic every night this week. Monday was photography, Tuesday was a story song. Tonight - well, who knows what tonight may bring? I certainly don’t. Whatever boils to the surface, I suppose.

My financial situation has never been wierder. I’m still in debt, but recovering fast. The odd thing about getting out of debt is that it’s like a snowballing sort of endeavor - the more you do it, the faster it becomes to actually get it done. Which is cool, because it may be difficult now, but eventually it’ll come easier, at which point I may also have some spending money. You know, to spend on stuff I don’t actually need.

You know what it’s like to live a workweek with five dollars in the pocket, a quarter tank of gas, and barely any food to help you make it through? Well, I do. But then, you might say I’ve made my own bed and it’s time for me to sleep in it. Fair enough. On the other hand, I have an interesting story to tell those children I plan on having one day, should God be so gracious as to grant me children.

Please, Lord, let those children not just magically drop down from the sky. I want them the old-fashioned way. Thanks.

I don’t mean to make mockery. I’m just thinking out loud.

My car… is interesting. I’m glad I bought a Focus. I’m also wishing I had gotten the windows tinted instead of ingesting massive amounts of crack cocaine. Hah. Fooled you! I’ve never sampled the stuff, or pot, or really any other halucinogen. Am I sheltered? I like it that way.

What’s up with people who can’t handle eccentricity? It’s what makes life delightful and quirky. Some people don’t like lumps in their pudding; and I for one have pity on that condition.

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