Yesterday’s theme was “blast from the past.” I ended up with a folder that I’d put together about ten years ago, full of the original copies of most of my poetry from pre-college years. It is intended for . As Bekkah and I used to say, “pure craziness.”

I feel… odd. Not the odd that’s good because the answers are in the back of the book, but the odd like your gear is slightly out of sync with the cogs of the universe.

I’m thinking of, instead of making dinners at home, and failing to make lunches at work, I can bring my lunch to work, and eat dinners out. This would be to promote after-work writing instead of after-work TV watching.

Oh, and Debian won’t grab a DHCP address from my router for a net install. This, of course, is AFTER I’ve re-written the partition tables on both of my hard drives. Joy of joys. It may be because I’m not booting straight from the CD… my cd-writer wouldn’t burn a bootable CD, so I booted from a Win98 boot disk with CD-rom support and ran the batch file in the /install directory.

Also, I turn 27 in two days. Where the hell did that sneak up on me from?! Heh.