Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Compy 2000
I'm happy to say that I'm typing this entry on my brand new Dell Inspiron 6000. You might be asking yourself "How does an unemployed guy afford a brand new laptop computer?". Hmmm. That's a good question. I guess I hadn't really thought about that until now. It's interest free until February, so I guess my plan right now is to win the lottery before that point.
I woke up bright and early this morning to drive Jenn Hufton to the airport, as she was on her way to visit Megan Maloney in California. Oh, the things I do to reunite two faithful blog readers. Anyway, on our way in, Jenn and I were discussing the perils of driving through Logan Airport. You've really got to be watching the signs all the time, and if you lose concentration for just a second, you can end up in an entirely different location than you had intended. After I dropped Jenn off at Terminal B, I followed the exit signs, then looked for the Interstate 93 signs. After making a left, I quickly realized I should have made a right, as I had taken 93 South instead of North. Rather than travelling further south, I decided to go back into the airport, heading through Terminal A and out to 93 again (north, this time). This has never actually happened to me before, but I think this story will further secures my reputation as a navagational nitwit.
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I woke up bright and early this morning to drive Jenn Hufton to the airport, as she was on her way to visit Megan Maloney in California. Oh, the things I do to reunite two faithful blog readers. Anyway, on our way in, Jenn and I were discussing the perils of driving through Logan Airport. You've really got to be watching the signs all the time, and if you lose concentration for just a second, you can end up in an entirely different location than you had intended. After I dropped Jenn off at Terminal B, I followed the exit signs, then looked for the Interstate 93 signs. After making a left, I quickly realized I should have made a right, as I had taken 93 South instead of North. Rather than travelling further south, I decided to go back into the airport, heading through Terminal A and out to 93 again (north, this time). This has never actually happened to me before, but I think this story will further secures my reputation as a navagational nitwit.
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