Friday, Sept. 15, 2006 - 1:34 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Twee vaders and tons of traffic
OK, quite the day.
And then headed out to pick up a cd of scans of pics in a picturebook I did, and drop off the drawings I had just finished... out in the burbs. The pickup went great, but it took me NEARLY TWO HOURS to get anywhere near where I needed to drop off the drawings... the traffic was inching along, gridlock everywhere. Several traffic accidents. And to top it all off, all that was on the radio was live interviews and speculation about the Dawson College shootings here yesterday (two of my tenants were in the building at the time... they left their personal belongings in school when they were evacuated and had to come by to get house keys and use the telephone)
At 4:45 I realized I was nowhere near getting to my editor before 5pm, so thought I'd call to ask if someone could stay to get the package... and when I called from some industrial office building... there was only an answering machine saying they closed at 4:30 pm. yay. I really did NOT plan to take that long to get there.
So I turned around to come back home. I really was going to just drop off the pics and go to Toys*R*Us for some sales, (they are waaayyy out in the burbs so I seldom get there). But no go. No dropping off, no Toys. Just a pointless three hour round trip in hellish traffic listening to speculation about the killer's blog and clothing predilictions.
But hey, I picked up that cd right?
What a day.
I was a nice person though and called artsyguy to tell him his motorcycle was on the wrong side of the street and he'd get a ticket. Nice me. So he came home at lunch to move it and knocked on my door and I went for lunch with him. It was ok. But at least I know now how he is. The walls are up. yay.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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