Sep. 26th, 2003

I was supposed to have a new computer delivered to my house today, courtesy of a relative who shall remain nameless. God knows I couldn't afford one of the sodding things on my own, these days. Well, I should say an attempt was made to deliver, at approximately 8:30 a.m.

How sad for both the driver and myself that the doorbell had given up the ghost, so the driver forthwith left a note and buggered off. Now, it appears, I have to wait *all the way to Monday* for my new toy. (Haven't these idiots ever heard of knocking, especially when you don't hear the doorbell ring on the inside? Hrmf.)

And now, with a whole rack of marinated pork ribs just raring to go in the smoker, God's own cloudburst decides to happen. Pisser.

Of course, it dropped to a drizzle *precisely* five minutes after I soaked the last of my heating-up mesquite chunks in water and headed for the ark.

In a word, pisser.

So.. who's going to be around for me show tonight, then? Figure 7ish or 8ish eastern on, in #rf-callahans on Undernet. Come help me drown my irritation in tunes, alcohol and general mayhem.

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