I'm back from the weekend and what a weekend it was. Even after wrangling with Ford mechanics, I somehow managed to limp home in my car.
After bitching enough to my apartment manager, he finally got me another fridge. My old fridge froze up too often for me to keep much food in it. When I got home from work for lunch today, I find in its place an old, torn-up unit that barely qualified as an ice-box. But it seems to work, at least for now. So maybe I'll be able to keep milk for more than 5 days.
I've decided to start naming headaches like the National Weather Service names Hurricanes. Today's Tropical Cyclone Headache name is Robert. It is moving quickly to batter the coasts of My Sanity.
On a humorous note, I took the Britishness Test and I found I was more British than Simon Willison.