"Hillary gets schlonged," says Borepatch, and he's not wrong.
That's about all I can say about this right now.
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When I left work this evening, I rolled down the windows in the Jeep and figured I'd roll them up when I got tired of the wind blowing my hair around.
The windows were open all the way home.
It's a gorgeous summer night outside, just warm enough to be pleasant. I enjoyed my drive home.
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So the denouement to the big Memorial Day Imbroglio? As Mrs. Fungus predicted, the center is closed on Monday, unconditionally closed, no one coming in regardless of what he does. I got the news this morning before I had a chance to talk to my boss; it popped up on my computer right after I logged in.
I am going to go in on Tuesday morning for a couple of hours, for overtime; I'm not putting in any overtime on Sunday (so my weekend starts earlier) and Monday's a holiday, so no overtime there, and we're still required to get 5 hours of OT per week. So, I decided, hang the sense of it; I can go to Fry's afterwards to pick up a wireless network card for El-Hazard and be home in time for lunch. Have a siesta, then on with the rest of the hilarity.
I can live with that.