Tuesday was not one of my brighter days. It is only blind chance that I'm still around to write this. It was a cold day, and I was doing my selling stint to raise money for the Dharma Center. No customers, and it was getting dark. I turned on one space heater, but still felt chilled to the bone, so I turned on another. Sudden total darkness--I'd blown a fuse. This would just be a normal event for me, but I was sitting in a little plywood shack jammed to the roof with fireworks. What if both heaters had run a little hot, or if I'd gotten an overheated line instead of a blown fuse? Cannot believe how dumb I was.
In other news, I've decided that I really should pare my flist just a bit. I've mostly taken out some feeds I don't really read and some folks I never interact with. Probably no one will notice--but if I removed you and you'd like to stay in touch, let me know.
In other news, I've decided that I really should pare my flist just a bit. I've mostly taken out some feeds I don't really read and some folks I never interact with. Probably no one will notice--but if I removed you and you'd like to stay in touch, let me know.
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Looks like a phoenix there in your icon, speaking of firelovers. Very nice.