pseydtonne | Reattempt to say something

I am pissed at myself right now. I had written this long entry about how I didn't feel like writing about the topics, that I wrote all day at work and all this other prattle. Then I went to the can and this laptop crashed from overheating. I had not saved what I wrote. There was no evidence I had typed a damn thing. Aye, the used Linux laptop may not be as stable and the used Linux desktop. Also I can only keep this thing charged for about fifteen minutes.

The only part I really liked was this:

I was sitting on a bench nest to a hot dog stand in downtown Richmond, Virginia. I was a few yards from the State House of the Confederacy. I sat next to a black woman on her lunch break from a nearby hospital. I ate vinegar chips and a kielbasa on a bun as we talked about the white trash girl in the SUV across the street. We theorized how much it must cost for the bimbo to idle and chat on a cel phone when gas is so expensive. Was it mere pennies or were we dealing in dimes?

More another time. Maybe all that whining was meant to be deleted.

-sleep and then... err, dunno, less whining? Dante