30 March 2001
Last year: It's not a disaster or anything. I just feel sortof dumb.
So, K.T.'s not in ICU anymore, and unless she had a relapse last night, they'll be sending her home today. That's good news. I feel sortof guilty for not visiting her, though. Matt and I had originally planned to leave work early to go down and visit her in ICU last night. Then Kevin told us not to bother - that only immediate family was allowed in ICU.
When she called from her new room, we planned to wait for Ashby and then go down to visit her. But Ashby was (surprise!) running late. Since he'd left home while she was still in ICU, and doesn't have a cell phone, there was no way to coordinate things. He'd assumed he had to be at the hospital at 8:30 to meet up with Kevin, so when it was obvious he didn't have time to stop at our place beforehand, he went straight to the hospital.
I'd called the hospital at 8 to ask about visiting hours and was told that on the regular wards, they didn't let anyone in after 8:30. So when Ashby called from K.T.'s room at 8:45, we decided it would be pointless to drive down to the hospital (a good half hour, maybe more in the rain) if we were likely to be turned away. Matt, who hadn't known that Ashby was planning on going straight to the hospital if time was short (I need to communicate better) got mad.
I just feel sortof guilty. And a little grumpy with Ashby; if he'd left earlier in the day, things would've been less confused. But that's Ashby for you - if he drags himself out of bed before lunch you should probably check to make sure his mattress isn't on fire.
As for the Powerbook, after somewhat more than 30 reboots, it seems to have been fixed, though I'm not entirely certain how. The automated checking program didn't find anything conclusive, so I fiddled with things a bit myself, and eventually wound up turning off an extension that was only annoying the heck out of me anyhow, and everything seems to be working.
As I pulled it out of my bag this morning, it slipped in my fingers and dropped maybe six inches to the floor. The floor isn't bare concrete, but there's no pad between the thin carpet and the concrete, so I winced pretty hard, and watched it nervously as it booted up. The jarring apparently reset the power supply - when it came up, it was showing 01/01/1904 12:00, which is a sure sign. But I rolled my eyes and called up the Date/Time panel and typed in the correct time, and now it seems to be happy.
Among my circle of friends, there is some fascination with the concept of good/evil twins. Specifically, we have been assigning each other roles in these pairings. It started when Matt and I first moved into our house, and Karen and Ashby met for the first time. It was decided (by Karen, I think) that Ashby was her evil twin. (There has been some debate lately over whether Karen really deserves the title of "good twin" - it has been suggested that perhaps they switch back and forth.)
Matt and Braz are certainly a good choice for twin-pairing, though it's impossible to tell who's "good" and who's "evil" at any given time. I posited that perhaps they were a mutant twinset: both evil. There's been no evidence against it yet.
In any case, Karen proposed to me yesterday that Jeff was an evil twin who was so evil, he'd murdered his good twin. Jeff protested, but all for nought. Karen had declared him Evil, and that was that. My own status, in case you're wondering, is still in doubt, but leaning pretty heavily, I fear, toward Evil. I'm not sure who my twin is, though.
Somewhat later, Karen mentioned to me that she was making brownies. She told Jeff, "I don't share brownies with evil people."
"Nevermind," I told Jeff, "Just tell her that we evil people have our own brownies. We don't, of course, but we evil people can lie at will."
"But I'm not evil!" Jeff protested yet again.
"Oh," I said. "Then you can't have any of my brownies."
Poor Jeff.
(But the conversation made me crave brownies, so I went home and baked some. You see the depths of Karen's evil??!?)
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