Wasted day. And tard, to boot. Which reminds me... I wore my cowboy boots to the bar last night... they fit and were comfortable. So I guess that I've lost the fat in my feet now, and I'm happy about that. Happy that I can finally wear my boots again. Man, is that dumb, or what? So I got up around noonish... ten hours of sleep was enough for me, I guess. But that's gonna make it hard to get to sleep tonight, I'm afraid. The bad with the good. Today wasn't a total bust, though, I found out what was the problem with my guitar. The input jack is FUBAR. I don't know how, but it is. It's just a metal cylinder, but on the inside there's a spring that's supposed to contact the plug, and it doesn't do that very well. And there's no way to get into it to adjust it, either, so I'll go to the music store tomorrow, or the electronics store, and get a new one and solder it in. And I can't find my soldering pencil, I had to use the gun that I've had for 30 years. Not really made for that kinda work, pretty clumsy which, coupled with my innate clumsiness, makes it a tough job. I also worked on Mike's machine for a coupla hours, with practically no results. I think that the CD drive is FUBAR, but I'm not really sure, and for some reason, I don't seem to have a spare so I need to go get a new one. Ah, I got an ephiphany, removed the drive and cleaned it really good, and now it's in tip-top shape again, and loading the OS as I type. It had ME on it, but I'm reverting it back to 98SE, of which I have a legitimate (as in, I actually *bought* it!) copy. Other than that, though... I watched some ball games. The KC Chiefs are now six-and-oh, which makes me happy for some dumb reason. Something else that does that... my 42-inch waist pants that I have on keep slipping. Yep, still losing that flab. Fred Phelps is in the news again... he's putting a monument in the city park in Casper, Wyoming. And not a nice one, either. "Matthew Shepard Entered Hell October 12th, 1998, at Age 21 In Defiance of God's Warning,"Thou shalt not lie with mankind as with womankind; it is an abomination." Leviticus 18:22." And the good people of Casper can't do a damned thing about it. Why? Well, y'see, they want to keep their Ten Commandments on display in the same park. What to do, what to do? Maybe keep your stinkin' god and his stinkin' words out of public places and in your churches and homes? And leave the rest of us alone? How about that, huh? And now I can't get Mike's computer to see the CD drive, dammit. I think that I'll just go to bed and hope that the world gets sorted out by the time I wake up, heh.