I'm Sorry, Dave

This week, I begin my new internship, start a second semester of my graduate program, get adjusted to life in the impersonal metropolis, and do a heck of a lot more driving than I've been doing over the past month.

I will not, however, be adding entries to The Paperwork or replying to mail.

That's right: Donut isn't fixed. The part didn't come in.

I'm debating right now whether to take the broken shell of my beloved sidekick back to LA with me and find a doc there, or leave it up here and get it hand-delivered to me this weekend by my Beloved Companion. If I go with the first scenario, I might get my computer back sooner, but then Darin has no reason (other than to see me) to come down this weekend.

And really: is seeing me justification enough? I think so and he probably thinks so, but will General Magic think so?

Don't hesitate to write though and tell me how wonderful you think I am...I mean, my reply to Todd was. Or just make chit-chat. I'll probably go nuts by Wednesday, head to the student center at USC, and read mail via the mail program over telnet. ShudderDiane contemplates a fate worse than death.

In other news: Darin, Ceej, Lance, Sho, Greg, and I ended up at Gordon Biersch last night in Palo Alto, the only place still open. We had to beg the waitress to beg the fry cook to make two last batches of french frieshow's that for humiliating?

I drank a half-liter of GB's Marzen bier. I don't think I got especially drunk...but boy, am I dehydrated today. Wheee.