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dragonlady7Man, that was a long ugly afternoon.
No, no, it was nice. I spent it with Dave. He claimed to have nothing at all better to do on his day off, so he came with me and figured out that the bus route mapped out by NFTA's trip planner was wrong and there was a much simpler way. Which was actually doable.
And it was in many ways a disagreeable waste of an afternoon, what with the bus being late and the people at the clinic being dumb ("Oh, you've been in our waiting room for 45 minutes? We didn't notice that you'd signed in as our unmanned sign-in-desk indicated. Gosh.") and the whole concept of peeing in a cup being wrong in so many ways, and it was cold and raining and the bus didn't even run as often as every hour, yadda yadda.
But at least Dave was there, and during the hour we had to wait for the second bus, we went into a little diner and had a milkshake and started working on the plot of the novel we're going to co-write when I"m done with this one. Which we won't ask how it's coming, because it's better not to talk about that just now.
I have that kind of muzzy haze of ailment that comes from sitting on an overheated and somewhat seasick-inducing bus for far too long. But I shall recover.
I need a car.
And if Dunn Tire are idiots again tomorrow, we're getting the other tires at Broad Elm. Fucking Dunn Tire.
Muh.
I'm going to write some porn now. I hope it works. Dave's taking a nap but I'm determined to be productive, since I haven't had anything I could post in almost two days now. Buh.
No, no, it was nice. I spent it with Dave. He claimed to have nothing at all better to do on his day off, so he came with me and figured out that the bus route mapped out by NFTA's trip planner was wrong and there was a much simpler way. Which was actually doable.
And it was in many ways a disagreeable waste of an afternoon, what with the bus being late and the people at the clinic being dumb ("Oh, you've been in our waiting room for 45 minutes? We didn't notice that you'd signed in as our unmanned sign-in-desk indicated. Gosh.") and the whole concept of peeing in a cup being wrong in so many ways, and it was cold and raining and the bus didn't even run as often as every hour, yadda yadda.
But at least Dave was there, and during the hour we had to wait for the second bus, we went into a little diner and had a milkshake and started working on the plot of the novel we're going to co-write when I"m done with this one. Which we won't ask how it's coming, because it's better not to talk about that just now.
I have that kind of muzzy haze of ailment that comes from sitting on an overheated and somewhat seasick-inducing bus for far too long. But I shall recover.
I need a car.
And if Dunn Tire are idiots again tomorrow, we're getting the other tires at Broad Elm. Fucking Dunn Tire.
Muh.
I'm going to write some porn now. I hope it works. Dave's taking a nap but I'm determined to be productive, since I haven't had anything I could post in almost two days now. Buh.
