that is I'm off the train and at lisagail's house where there was a sixpack of fat tire waiting for me in the fridge and I've had half of them and am wavering between staying up all night and going to bed now. I suppose I could compromise with myself and stay up till 2.
the train was the train was the train and you've heard it all before and even though it takes forever and a day to make its way up the rainy coast I still prefer it to the two-hour panic attack that is me flying between San Francisco and Seattle.
will begin hunting down various ones of you on the morrow.
as it turns out lisagail has dsl. and here I am without an ethernet cable.