Frankie Goes to Mountain View
I spent last night at home, watching a couple of flicks, having farted around long enough that heading to the city would have been pretty lame.
In additional preparation for my upcoming trip to Idaho, which happens tomorrow, and my own sanity, I purchased a digital camera—the Olympus D-460 Zoom—which will alleviate my need to buy 800 rolls of film in order that I can have something to take to the developers in 2013. It’s pretty nifty. Now, to read the instructions enough to figure the bastard out so my photos don’t suck.
Frankie—a coworker and fellow musician—agreed to take me to the airport tomorrow morning, but since tomorrow’s flight leaves at 06:20 (am), I decided against going out. Instead, I figured it would be an excellent time to pack. Frankie had to take some X-mas presents over to children of a friend undergoing some serious hardship. Afterward, he drove from Antioch to Mountain View (75 miles) to hang out for a couple of hours and take my piddly ass to SFO and drive back to his place in San Leandro. Thanks, Frankie. I owe you bigtime.
