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a) Forgot to email self "forecast" to poke at, time permitting
b) Gas station near house never has any fucking receipt paper, so today's fillup was scrawled on a scrap of a napkin
c) Took a scenic tour of suburban/exurban burbclave hell (read: New Tampa) last night on my way to pick up mulch. 75N is a two-lane parking lot at 5:30, so I circumnavigated (go go directional aptitude!) via Fletcher & Cross Creek to Bruce B Downs @ 75 instead. For those of you not from around here (or new to the area, like me), let me share some knowledge - when you cross I-75 west to east, you go from moderate suburb to national swampland and boondocks in the space of about 300 yards, and the return to civilization is delineated with a single stop light, the other side of which are half-million dollar plus palaces and upscale strip malls. Jee Zus Fuck.
d) Got home, core temp spiked for no good reason, and I was in bed at 8:30. See also: sleeping hard enough to dislodge the fitted sheet, but still aware enough to hurl epithets at K's computer for crashing on her (fixed this am - the secret boot handshake had to be invoked).
b) Gas station near house never has any fucking receipt paper, so today's fillup was scrawled on a scrap of a napkin
c) Took a scenic tour of suburban/exurban burbclave hell (read: New Tampa) last night on my way to pick up mulch. 75N is a two-lane parking lot at 5:30, so I circumnavigated (go go directional aptitude!) via Fletcher & Cross Creek to Bruce B Downs @ 75 instead. For those of you not from around here (or new to the area, like me), let me share some knowledge - when you cross I-75 west to east, you go from moderate suburb to national swampland and boondocks in the space of about 300 yards, and the return to civilization is delineated with a single stop light, the other side of which are half-million dollar plus palaces and upscale strip malls. Jee Zus Fuck.
d) Got home, core temp spiked for no good reason, and I was in bed at 8:30. See also: sleeping hard enough to dislodge the fitted sheet, but still aware enough to hurl epithets at K's computer for crashing on her (fixed this am - the secret boot handshake had to be invoked).
