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( Dec. 11th, 2001 04:10 pm)
Restoring data from this particular tape backup is slow. Like watching the dinosaur sink into a cold tar-pit and turn into a fossil slow. Oh well.

My computer is indeed running *much* better. Plugging in my webcam, digital camera, or DSL modem no longer causes it to reboot, which is doing wonders for my frustration level. However, it's not so hot for my sanity, as I'm starting to believe that my computer is plotting against me. Lulling me into a false sense of security before it harshly punches a hole in the dam of my mind and lets the waters of order flow out of my head. I just *know* that one of these days I will update a series of drivers, being the performance freak that I am, and it will break something in the delicate system that is my computer. No, it wont be a clean, easy break; everything will continue to technically work, just with vastly irritating bugs and no reliability. But for now, I will enjoy this eye in the storm while I have it.

Need to do laundry today, which sucks because the weather is getting damn cold here, and walking to the laundromat is really depressing. I wish my landlord would get us a new washing machine for the basement, it's been months. I wrote him a little note on the envelope of my last rent check about this. Once again, I really hate the laundromat. Going there sucks.

i got seven and a half hours of sleep last night, and am feeling better in many ways. I think I may have been sick or something (maybe I'm getting sick?), since I generally feel like crap today. It was worse yesterday, but I probably just pinned more of it on the lack of sleep. Hopefully I'll be all fine for tomorrow.

A list of fun facts just for you.

Stupid things I have said while extremely tired:

While driving:
Me: "Dumv? What the hell is that?"
Friend: "Uh, the 'D. M. V.' Brian."
Me: "Oh right, Department of Moter Vehicles. Tricky."

In France:
Various. More on this when I get home and can read my notebook.

On a plane back from France:
"I am Pico de Gallo, King of the oriental part of Spain. I make the chunky, lumpy salsa you put on your chips, yet still you shun me. Why?!?"
This developed into a very long story about myself, who battled a 50 foot killer chicken with bagpipes stapled under it's wings, and various other salsa magnates.

Preparing an English presentation three hours before it was due, after staying up all night.
Me: "I'm crossing out 'bees', and writing 'beez' since it sounds funnier"
Friend: "bee-ZUH"
Much giggling

And during the aforementioned presentation:
Me: "Towards the end of this chapter, the beez... uh (giggle), erm, bees come to represent..."

Oh the craziness.
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