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It looks like my plan for today is to quickly do a load of laundry, then leave for the airport.  Off to Dallas and then McAllen at 3:30, arriving at 9:30.  Then a short night's sleep, probably, then leave for Mexico in the morning.  This morning I spent all my time dreaming up Mexican horror stories, thereby convincing myself that we'll be stopped by La Policia in some backwater Mexican village and detained.  And by "detained", I mean "beaten".  So if you don't hear from me by, say, Thursday or so, please call your consulate, huh?

Nancypants, can you look in on Ms. Moo-Cow while I'm gone?  I don't know how long I'll be, but I'm guessing I'll be back by Wednesday night or Thursday morning.  She's very much in need of stimulation lately, and I feel very guilty leaving her.

Anyone else have anything they wish to talk about?  How 'bout Morgan Freeman?  I've always liked him.  I think he's my favorite actor.  That guy who sang his thank-you... Well that was just awesome, wasn't it?  Did you know that they're working on a TV version of the comic strip Boondocks?  I hope that's a good idea.

Oh, and it's been about 12 hours since I smoked my very last cigarette.  Well, maybe not very last EVER, as I'll probably have one again in a moment of drunken weakness, but it's definitely my last one until May.  Unless I get weak and have another one.  Which I kinda want right now.  But I won't.  We'll see.

Edited to add: Aaaaaand, FUCK. This means that I'll be gone for the series finale of NYPD Blue. I'll put in a tape to record it, but I'll lay 10:1 that I fuck something up and get six hours of "The Planet's Funniest Animals".

Edited to also add: I have an unholy love for the commercial for Burger King's Bacon Cheddar Ranch sammich. I think it has the guy from Hootie and the Blowfish. The part where the girls are dancing with the ranch dressing is my favorite, along with the girls on the hand-pumped-train-cart, because the girl on the left has a REALLY nice ass. Ah, the girl-ass; it is the bane of my existence.

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If you send an e-mail to my work address, it gets forwarded to my gmail account.  This is so I can check it from any computer without having to VPN into our main servers.  The trouble with that is that I can't read my gmail e-mail from my phone, so I just created a forwarding filter that sends the e-mail to a hotmail that I CAN check from the phone.  I'd say that this makes me a geeky dork, but in reality there are things a lot weirder than this that make me a geeky dork.

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thanks to beagledave for pointing it out to me originally, but Google Maps is really kick ass  It's 1000 easier to read than Yahoo or Mapquest or whatever that one Microsoft does.  And I use online mapping ALL the time, so I know what I'm talking about.

I'm not looking forward to going on this trip, and I'm tired and cranky to boot, but I'll live, I suppose.  Don't let my bad day guilt you into commenting or text messaging or anything.  Even IF that's pretty much the only thing I have to look forward to for the next three days.

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Well, today has fucking sucked mightily. Fucking motherfucking fuck fucker. I really need a cigarette, and if I were near somewhere that sold 'em, I'd probably be smoking one about now. Because, you know what? I don't really want to quit. I like the feel of the smoke entering my lungs. I like the head-spinniness (though admittedly it doesn't come so often anymore). I like that it makes me not-hungry and I hardly ever eat more than once-a-day anymore. I don't like the coughing, but nothing good is ever easy.

Anyway, I got to the airport an hour early like a good boy. THe self-check-in stand didn't like me and said that I had to see an agent. I waited fifteen minutes, got to the agent, and she told me that it was too late to check my bags. They close bag check 40 minutes before departure. The clock on my cell phone says it's 42 minutes until departure, but lady don't want none of it. I have to have the stuff, so she puts me on stand-by for the next flight. No problem I'll still make my connection.

Except that the next flight gets delayed. Then it gets delayed some more. Then there is another. Then, finally, I get a seat (a middle seat! yay!) and the flight does it's thing. We're scheduled to land at 7:46. My connection is scheduled to depart (in a different terminal) at 7:46. Long story short, i missed my connection. I'm in Dallas, taking the first flight tomorrow (which isn't until 10:10).

Edited to add: While I'm bitching, let me also bitch about the fact that I cant get my luggage back, so I'm wearing the same clothes tomorrow. I'm glad I don't have to sit next to me. Also, as a little extra "fuck you" from the universe to me, the elastic on my underwear decided to get fucked up, so it spent all day today -- and will spend all day tomorrow -- around my motherfucking knees. </edit>

Wah wah wah. I bitch too much.