It’s only five more days till the New Year… The Year of the Wood Monkey. I just have to hold on until then.
First a cute SF story: What I Learned (Again) Last Night
When in SF, never say, “Certainly it can’t be____, ” about anything. As in, “Certainly it can’t be Nick’s Crispy Tacos!”
The red velvet and mirrored room on Polk is actually not just a night club called Rouge, but it is, in fact, also Nick’s Crispy Tacos!
And now back to your regularly scheduled complaining about stress.
I got a new hard drive, but it looks like I won’t get any of the data off my old hard drive. That’s over a year of photos. All those pictures of K playing at various playgrounds, all those photos of friends and family. *rolls eyes* sigh
At least most of my music is on my iPod…I think I can transfer it from iPod to hard drive, I hope I can.
Yesterday I found out my Grandma is in the hospital. It’s pretty serious this time. I can only hope she’s got that same gene that caused her mother to not die several times when she was very sick. Actually, I can also hope that if she needs to go soon, she goes fast so she doesn’t have to undergo a lot of medical procedures and further pain and suffering.
Losing her is going to hit this family very hard.