Sunday, September 08, 2002
B. (bless her!) bought me a membership in the Harry and David Fruit-of-the-Month Club, and the first shipment (a box of “Oregold” peaches, very buttery and tasty) was waiting for me when I pulled back into Seattle tonight.
New laptop is supposed to ship tomorrow.
Lonely, tired, and pretty sick, but things are looking up.
The nutshell view, because sleep can only be a good thing:
Highlighty: Chat ‘n’ Chew. Chinatown Ice Cream Factory. Dim sum. Tripe, tripe, tripe. Old friends. TLC.
Less highlighty: Getting sick. Incompetent Staples cashiers. Heat. Having to leave.
Also, the following snippet of conversation, to a trainee bus driver from her mentor, as we were being shuttled from our flight to the main terminal:
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d00d, you didn’t say you were at the Ice Cream Factory. That place r0><0r!
Makin’ me all nostalgic for the old digs now. Sigh!
Basically the model I was looking at in my 8/25 entry. Supposedly it’ll arrive Wednesday!
This is fortuitous timing because my laptop keyboard is on the fritz again — this time, it’s inserting random spaces into what I type.
Welcome back, Y. We missed ya.