2011-02-07:
Imagine, if you will, that someone has just handed you a bag of sand. Perhaps you are being punished for that thing you hope no one ever finds out about. The fact is, here is the bag of sand. Here is a pair of tweezers. Now, this someone demands that you count every grain of sand in this bag, until it's empty. And this someone already has it counted, and if their total and your total are wrong, you must start again until the total matches.
That's what four hours of trying to get stupid outlook to stupid sync with stupid funambol to stupid aol stupid calendar. Stupidly. Every time it runs it gives a different error message! Fun! It works on this machine, but not this one! Not even a "restore" telling "fun"amble to erase all outlook data and just bring down the stupid aol calendar which fails too! Sooooooo gooooood.
I didn't even get it to work. At the end of four hours I was like, I have been here for four hours. I am leaving before one of us shoves this monitor up the other one's butt, and I'm pretty sure I won't be the shove-y but rather the shove-r. Oh Dr. Jay how I love your requests.
Otherwise, the day went fine. First there was shopping, and the depositing of money, and the gassing of the car. Then my 11:30 which was a dead hard drive as I expected. I took the laptop with me and went to my 12:30 where the hard drive was not dead, as I expected. I managed to get that one working, go me.
Then the lady who obviously, by accident, dragged the preview pane of her mail so far up the window she couldn't see her message list anymore. At least I sold her some RAM. Note to self, buy more RAM.
Then the aforementioned Dr Jay. At least I got to play Minish Cap for a half hour in his parking lot, as going home would have allowed me twenty whole minutes of house time, which I figured I could do without. Old Zelda game for the win!
Couple of calls, but nothing really serious, so when I got home at 8:30 or so it wasn't long before I had them called back and could finally eat dinner. Still just the two for tomorrow, Le Roy and some place 45 minutes from there. I'm pushing 3700 miles on the oil, I guess waiting for a "slightly nicer day" with which to crawl around under my car isn't going to happen, so I'll just have to do it tomorrow no matter what.
Oh, the high tomorrow is going to be... twenty? Super! It's going to be so fun tomorrow.
So what shall I do with all this free time I have now before I go to bed? That whole hour? I know, it'll be the perfect end to the day!