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March 19, 2007
What else to do on the last morning of this winter but wait for the cable guy? Hopefully, he'll be a little more efficient and a little less scary than the Jim Carrey version.

I'm already bored, and it's not quite 10 am. I hate being bored. I wish I could tell my boss I'd be in sometime between 8 and 12 (or, even better, 10 and 2), and not have to call if I'm late or don't bother to show up, as is often the perfidious way of cable guys. They have time to waste, and it's all yours.