What the hell?

Rip van winkle

and then some.

Does the bitter cold make the rest of you want to hibernate? I swear it was near impossible crawling out of bed this morning. The day came and went with a huge headache. Strange since I don't really have a cold. (The sniffling and sneezing has thankfully stopped.) So why did I fall asleep at 8 pm again? It really puts a damper in my calling schedule.

Yeah, all right. So some of you are thinking," Yay! No teleirenemarketing!" But I was planning on tracking some of you down. Bleh.

Perhaps this is a sign I need to start going to the gym for a new found source of energy.

Then again I could break out the coffee.
(My parents drink decaf coffee. What's the point?)

My brother finally made it to Diego Garcia. He unexpectedly was stuck in Hong Kong for a few extra days as his transport plane was out of service. (How reassuring. *eyeroll* Go military.) He's soooo far away. From HK it's a 5 hour flight. There's a 13 hour time difference. If you look at the official Military web site the 'island scenes' are amazing. (They take forever to download on a fast connection though.)


A view from DG

Which reminds me, HE was the moron who called at 05:00 today. Deep in slumber I ran through the house to pick up the phone thinking the worst. (My Dad is usually at work by then so I had my heart in my throat, you know?) I could hear the machine pick up downstairs and an assortment of "Hallo? Hallo?" etc.

Click.

Since the days of drunken dialing have long passed, I was really worried. It's really dark at that hour. I banged into an assortment of sharp-pointy-bruise-inducing material. So then I proceeded to worry my Dad by calling him. Oy. The never ending chain. After both he and my mother listened to the message, they were adament it was not their son. Ha.

Wrong. Charlie called tonight and said he was alive and well. And yes, he forgot about the time difference when he called. And no, he has yet to fully grovel. He is fully aware of my ire, ahem, due to a truncated conversation while I was standing out in the snow without a coat last week.

The other traveler in the midst is somewhere between Ohio and Denver. Hallo!!!

Which reminds me of two things: need to figure out Vegas and (separately) transport manana. The MTA site was down earlier this evening. You'd think this wouldn't necessarily affect the Long Island sites since some of them are run off of different urls. Nope. Lirr.org, mtaanything, subway maps, you name it, it wasn't available. Being forced to do things the 'old' way I tried to use a 2002-2003 phone book. Nope. Numbers were wrong. Yes, I know they changed the area codes for a majority of LI, but come on. Mass transit is kind of important enough to warrant additional information. Geesh. Information vaccuum. Scary.

Alright. Enough blabbering.