Mucho perdido

Man, I got lost driving someplace to cover an open shift. Three hours lost, or only 2.5 if we don't count the return trip.
Miserable, miserable shit, it was. Didn't have my calling card 800 number, didn't have change, couldn't call husband collect to get directions.
Turns out when I got home to send him out in my stead, not only had I gone the WRONG WAY LAST NIGHT and GOT THERE ANYWAY, but I passed my exit at least twice while I was lost.
Motherfucker.

I came home thoroughly discouraged and exhausted. I haven't got lost like this in ages. When I found out I'd gone the wrong way last night and still gotten there, I said, "I guess I used up mu dumb luck last night."
"No," my daughter says, "You know on Kim Possible when they're looking for a door and Ron finds it before Kim does?"
"Yeah?"
"And she says 'dumb luck', and Ron says, 'No, dumb skills.' You used up all your dumb skills last night."
I was still agitated, and spoiling for a fight with my husband, since being lost for three hours gave me time to work up a hefty list of discontents. My girl interupted again, "Boy you know what's great?"
"What?"
"We don't live in California!"

Bastard hard to keep a gloom on with a line like that.

Slower than...

I've accepted I won't be adding Ogg Vorbis files to my SD card in my Tungsten until I get a USB card reader. Real One, for all its many faults, makes MP3 transfers to my SD zippy, then I can just use a good player like PTunes for playback.

Real Player for palm is like using one of those supah-cheap Walkthings with three buttons: Play, Stop, Fast Forward. It does the job, but for the footprint is has, bastard could have some actual options.

And the Tungsten known as Bonaparte (after Leona Ozaki's tank in Shirow Masamune's DOMINION) continues to call more things into its orbit. It wants a wireless keyboard, a usb card reader, a Veo camera, and a Bluetooth USB port for wireless synching. Greedy little bint.