3 January
So, yesterday I got up at 6a to get to Kinko's at 7a when they opened and scan for two hours and then make my flight.
I got there before 7a, so I drove away and grabbed some breakfast, coming back a little after 7a. The store still wasn't open. I stood outside in the cold with my big bags of stuff until 7.40a when the guy finally showed.
I went inside, sat down at the computer, which promptly crashed, rebooted, scanned some stuff, then it crashed three more times. I finally gave up and went home, even though I had so much more to do. I figured Mom could mail them to me.
I went around the house, saying goodbye for real this time, as next year it really would be gone with the new one in its place. My lovely, wonderful house, the thing that I picture in my head when I say the word "home". I teared up as I went out to the car to drive to the airport. I will never see my home again.
We were driving along fine, though I heard something on the radio about two left lanes closed due to an overturned truck on the 405, I did not connect that with my going to the airport, until we got on the 405. And stopped. Absolutely still. It took us 25 minutes to go about an eighth of a mile, if not shorter, but then Mom was able to make a highly illegal cut across a divider and exit.
We went on surface streets, which actually entailed going back home and starting over in the opposite direction. My flight was at 11.05a, we were shooting for 10a, but it was after 10a when we got back home to start over, so it was looking grim.
And rightly so. I got to the airport at 11a, and the plane had left the gate. Since I was flying on the cheapest airline in the world, Frontier, there were no more flights to NY that day, so there was nothing to do but go back home. To the house that I thought I would never see again. Sigh.
One good thing about staying home an extra day is that I was able to do the things that I had run out of time to do, like return the last couple of library books that I had forgotten about, and get some more of that damn scanning done.
I went to a different Kinko's, sat down at the PC scanner, and it didn't work. The guy told me to go to the Mac scanner instead, which didn't work. I was beginning to think that I was cursed, but then the other Mac scanner did work. What an ordeal.
I scanned and scanned and scanned until I ran out of disks to put things on. It cost a mint, but I made $16 while I was there from people coming up and asking me to help them!
One girl asked me to scan two pictures onto a disk and gave me $5 and a Kinko's card with $6 on it. I don't think that she knew that you can cash those in. Then a guy came and asked me to update his resume, also for $5. I think it is hilarious that these people are wandering around Kinko's, looking for people who look vaguely competent and begging them for help.
Maybe it is the purple hair.
So, today I really am going to NY! See you there! Metaphorically speaking...
David wants to know how to look older. And we are still talking about New Year's Eve, our New Year's Resolutions, dying our hair all kinds of colours, Disneyland, and what we got for Christmas.
Today's horoscope:
A little research by you can pinpoint an investment gem. Get the facts and then make your move.
One year ago today:
So Denny's, which has always been a real coffee shop is turning itself into a fake diner.
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