Hard drive, upgraded. A few sprinkles of black magic to taste and Im Up and Running in 45 minutes too. Damn.
I AM good. Shit.
Big enough for a scratch partition, and one to accomodate a Linux volume too.
Geek on. :-)
Somewhere in East Oakland (This means it abuts the hills, not the sea.. still cant get used to the change of direction) late last night
I give the motel clerk my voucher, and I roll into the 30's-40's era motel forecourt in the dark, searching for my room number.
Ah, number 106, that looks like..
"Oh shit, oh shit ohhh shit.."
No. I dont think thats it.
Ah, number 104. Open door *whoof*
Decades of cigarrette funk wafts out. And Im afraid to think what else as I eye the bed cover suspiciously.
I may take it to the laundromat meself. In the meanwhile, Im sleeping on my coat.
Its damnably cold.. ahh, the heater works.
TV. Cool. Ooooh, and a free porn channel! (No babydoll, I didnt watch most of it. Nuh-uh.)
On closer evaluation, its a well used motel room.. but not as bad as others Ive pulled into around the country.
I sleep well, tucked in with the knowledge that Ive got an angel watching over me.