Mac, slowly recovering after a night of hell, a T-storm came thru, knocked out his fuse box, fried 2 fuses so bad they melted to the guts of the box, luckly he had just hurriedly turned off and unplugged his computer just before, as l of the fuses was the line his "baby" (computer) was hooked to. Didn't get jury rigged until after midnight, had withdrawl syptoms all night after not being able to converse or play, made Mrs M miserable with his whining of not being able to use his comp before going to bed, and now an electrician coming out to fix with an outrages price of course, the infamous fuse box. Time to put in circuit box.. sigh, more expense... Besides Mrs M has been hounding him for years to put one in and he didn't, and she voiced her displeasure in a most wifely manner, now its time to pay the piper. Mac looks longingly at Paladins weapons, shakes his head, orders a stiff double of CC and ginger, sees poor Puke, orders him a Triple, sees Geo's headless body flopping around, orders a quadruple for Geo and has a FBW pour it down the opening on top by the spinal cord directly into his blood stream
, orders a sassperella for Fyron who he sees working profusly at his computer, sighs, walks back to his table, slouches down in his seat and watches Dogscoff play around with his fishy adoring public, locates the meowing noise from the cornor where the Tigga is trying to download something on his computer but apparently not having succcess as he keeps pulling his fur out in frustration and spitting out tremendus size furballs... ah well, glad for the olde/new cantina, where one can relax with normal, everyday friends
a slowly recovering mac
[ July 23, 2002, 18:45: Message edited by: mac5732 ]