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Casey/Male/31-35. Lives in United States/California/San Francisco/The Mission, speaks English and  . Spends 80% of daytime online. Uses a Faster (1M+) connection.
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Monday, November 3, 2003

Getting Up, Real Soon Now.

Three in the afternoon and I'm still naked.

OK, really I'm just on my way to the shower. I'm taking a week off from work, and the Roommate has been off in New Orleans, so I'm enjoying a last afternoon of being the sole occupant of the apartment. As often happens, I'm on vacation this week with nothing planned, though I do have a list of things I'd like to accomplish: a thorough housecleaning, a site redesign (though how long have I been saying that?), some video games, as you might imagine. But aside from Bingo and cutting this scary mane of hair on my head, few of my to-do items necessarily involve leaving the house, so I'm trying to work up the momentum to leave the high local-gravity field of my computer chair. If anyone has any suggestions of other things I might do while I'm up, I'd be happy to entertain them.

(I'm also happy to report that "Reinstall the entire operating system" no longer seems to be on my list. The Boyfriend gave me a copy of Panther to install, but only after a day or so of crying and cursing did I realize that a rookie mistake on my part had locked up the whole system. Everything seems to be (pardon the pun) purring along nicely now. "Panther? I thcarthcely know her!")

03:16 PM PST (link)


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