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   typical Tuesday
Tuesday, February 27 2018
Tuesdays are, for whatever reason, often the most stressful day of the week. And so it was today. I took delivery of a 1.8 in 256 GB SSD that I intended to put in my second Elitebook 2740p. But then it turned out it had the wrong interface, something I'd managed to overlook when buying it on eBay. It had a ZIF interface and what I needed was a micro-SATA interface. I looked online for adapters and there really weren't any for the direction I needed to go. So I had to return the damn thing. Mind you, this is my second attempt at getting a working SSD. The first attempt resulted in a glitchy, unusable SSD that arrived on a slow boat from China (I was able to get a refund without having to ship it back), and that was after discovering that an SSD that I'd had lying around for months (or years) was completely non-functional. Fortunately, I found a refurbished $100 1.8 inch SSD; hopefully it will work. [REDACTED]

This evening, after weathering that especially brutal server crisis, I was finally free to get up and do something else. So I drove the Subaru to Uptown, managing to avoid running into a deer on Hurley Avenue on the way there. It was our friend Jeff's 53rd birthday, which he and his girlfriend Alana were celebrating with drinks at The Stockade, Kingston's hippest bar. Ray and Nancy were also there, so we all took the corner table. But I was still kind of distracted from the trauma of the earlier server crisis, so I wasn't as engaged with the festivities as the others were. Gretchen had even made cupcakes, and there was the singing of "Happy Birthday," a ritual that desperately needs an update. The only story I told at the bar tonight was the one about my recent birthday in Hollywood, complete with part about the unexpected pizza party.
I had a beer and some sort of whiskey drink and was probably a little too drunk to drive when we all went our separate ways. Still, I made it home perfectly fine.


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