Smallhouse Log

Tuewed

So, no quote, but a conversation tidbit:

Dad: "Are you going to take care of me when I'm old?" Drew: "No, I'm going to sit here and eat my sandwiches in peace."

I also had to stay up to go to the dentist this morning. I abhor going to the dentist. No cavities, though, luckily. And it was total luck, I assure you.

I also stopped by the bank to check my balance before coming home, so as to be able to do my budget. Things looked very bad. They are, hwever, picking up -somewhat. That new computer may not, after all, be in the near future, though I should pull it off by Winter Quarter.

I suppose I'd actually have to bother putting decent protection on that one, too, since it, unlike this, might be worth hacking.

In case I haven't already mentioned it, I'm totally psyched to go back.

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