Meet you back here in half an hour.
What are you going to do?
What I always do - stay out of trouble... Badly.

Daddy Took The T-Bird Away

What a fun week it's been, what with the tile coming off the roof and the ensuing two days of heavy rain - and don't try to tell me that's not cause and effect - and with the Munuserver getting whipsawed between the hackers who wanted to use it as a spam relay and the ones who just wanted to kill it completely, and me with a bill run to get out and our customer service system deciding to make a bid to become poster boy for the GIGO principle, and at the same time having to work out why someone three thousand kilometres away with no internet access doesn't seem to have Outlook Express installed on her notebook. I should have known it was going to be one of those weeks when I started it by falling down the stairs on Monday morning and winding up with third-degree bruises to 110% of my body.*

Oh, and I'm still trying to recover from the three disk failures I had two weeks back.

Let's not do this again real soon, okay?

* Yes, 110%. I have aches where I didn't know I even had places.

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