There is a new place near my cousin's house called "the office" where you can type, use their t1 lines, and wear their (louse free?) BOSE noise-canceling headphones. I am a deaf man, rejoicing at high speed connection! My cousin says ours should be back up in a week--or so THEY TELL HIM.
Meanwhile:
1. He's making me type his novel, in lieu of rent.
2. Worse yet, I'm not allowed to type while sitting in the jacuzzi. He says it's too risky for his laptop. But he didn't even give me the GOOD laptop. He's got me on a pismo powerbook with sandbags tied around its ankles, viz OSX.
Since he's MAKING me type his novel, which is not the most hospitable thing to do, especially during renovations, I have half a mind to tell you what I've been typing as I type it. It's a fairly stupid concept.
If I'm going to type, I'm going to type for YOU. Leave me a little comment & when I get a quorum, I'll commence. No sense typing TWICE into the void.
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