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fjSo yesterday on my way to work, the two cars in front of me on the connector between Leverett Circle and the I93 North piled up. I pulled over immediatly and called 911. I should ask Gadi if 911 routing for mobiles happens at the tower level, because when I called 911 in town I got the "helpful" city dispatch, but when I called yesterday morning I immediatly got the State cops, and the dispatch was handled in 10 seconds. I hung around until the cops came to leave my name as a witness, and then the friendly patrol guy stopped traffic so I could go on my way.
Work was slightly surreal, leaving me wondering why it was always me who got into these incidents. IS it just me? Do others in our group fall into this. Most of us are dedicated and talented, but that may be how this happens.
Got a call from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pinkfish, he was on the road for a calling gig in NYC. The steering rods or whatever in the car we bought from Graham broke, and were being fixed on the road by AAA. Will require a repair.
A meeting I was going to have for one of my hobbies fell through. So I spent some time soaking up Harvard Square, too late for anything. Walking past all these bookstores fills me with a heavy dread of all the information waiting for me I will never pick up.
Got a call this morning from Dino again, something with a burning clutch (andpinkfish already is this wonder on the clutch). Will require repairs in NYC, he won't be home before Monday night. Expensive repairs, but we have no choice. I think he made enough chilli to last me.
I forgot to feed the fish last night. In contrast to the cats, they do not come up to the bed and miauw loudly in the morning. It would be scary if they did. Still leaves me feeling guilty.
I feel blah. I turned to the infomercial channel, those hucksters at Igia have a new product: a long lasting lipcolor that won't come off. I suspect someone found a new use for pigmented cyanoesteracrylics. Maybe I'll put on "Akira" later.
Work was slightly surreal, leaving me wondering why it was always me who got into these incidents. IS it just me? Do others in our group fall into this. Most of us are dedicated and talented, but that may be how this happens.
Got a call from
pinkfish, he was on the road for a calling gig in NYC. The steering rods or whatever in the car we bought from Graham broke, and were being fixed on the road by AAA. Will require a repair.A meeting I was going to have for one of my hobbies fell through. So I spent some time soaking up Harvard Square, too late for anything. Walking past all these bookstores fills me with a heavy dread of all the information waiting for me I will never pick up.
Got a call this morning from Dino again, something with a burning clutch (and
pinkfish already is this wonder on the clutch). Will require repairs in NYC, he won't be home before Monday night. Expensive repairs, but we have no choice. I think he made enough chilli to last me.I forgot to feed the fish last night. In contrast to the cats, they do not come up to the bed and miauw loudly in the morning. It would be scary if they did. Still leaves me feeling guilty.
I feel blah. I turned to the infomercial channel, those hucksters at Igia have a new product: a long lasting lipcolor that won't come off. I suspect someone found a new use for pigmented cyanoesteracrylics. Maybe I'll put on "Akira" later.
Ouch!
Date: 2002-10-19 10:31 am (UTC)You're just not having much luck lately with your hobby. This is not good. While men are flakes, it seems you've started finding the worst of the lot.
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Date: 2002-10-24 10:17 pm (UTC)tetsuotetsuotetsuo...
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