Still no word about when the surgery is actually going to take place. I spent most of yesterday sifting through my old journals, papers, etc., and burned about half of them last night. There's something liberating about reading the exact same thing, five years in a row, and realizing you don't ever want to remember it.
I watched In the Mouth of Madness with my folks last night - only my Dad thought it was any good. Disappointing.
Since the DVD came out, I think I've seen Fellowship of the Ring about 5 times, making this a grand total of 10 times.
I left my AC adapter for the TiBook back in St Paul. Well, fuck. There goes working on programming - instead, I've been writing programs by hand on paper, like in the good old days. And, as we speak, I'm printing out the entirety of the source code for DrScheme's new back-end - the fuckers just have to keep updating it, don't they?
Well, whatever. Bored, alone - slide me an e-mail sometime. My brothers are starting to wear thin on me.
How many NASA managers does it take to screw in a lightbulb? "That's a known problem... don't worry about it."