I'm suffering diary neglect...

Saturday.
Traditionally, when I worked for IBM, I would work 10-16 hours a day through the week and catch up on all the 'missed' sleep at the weekend. I seem to be having less and less sleep now. Typically 3-4 hours a day. I have a horrible feeling that it'll all catch up with me in a bad way.

Woke up at 07:00, 07:10, 07:20, 07:30, 07:40... by 09:10 I was finally awake. Got dressed, put some clothes in the wash and threw some dishes into the dishwasher and made tracks for the office. I had told deviant that I'd be there at 11:00 for to go off to the LUG at Raleigh. As it turned out, I was a bit late as I had to drop into a petrol station first. US petrol pumps don't seem to deliver fuel that quickly.

The LUG was a bit of a sorry affair. Not that many people turned up but I was told this was probably due to a previous meeting that was only held 2 weeks previously. Mostly people seemed too engrossed in making their machines work themselves to socialize much. I doubt they would have been intrested in a lecture in DNS administation and the evil of NSI/ICCAN, monopoly and control.

At 14:00 I had to excuse myself for to gooff and look at another apartment. Managed to get off campus and back on the highway without getting lost which I thought I might end up doing as most of the campus was one way.

Arrived and looked at the apartment. The kitchen is too small. Oh well that leaves the falls at Duraleigh to look at tomorrow.

From other people I've learned that driving anything from 15-20 miles to work is quite common. I don't think I'd like to live quite that far away.

Returned to the office to check up on email and tidy up on a few bit's. Got bored and went home.

As I went home through Cary I decided to drive around a bit to get a feel for the area and what was available. Ended up at Wall Mart, where I bought a screwdriver set and a headphone extension lead. Both vital pieces of equipment for any serious computer geek..

On the way back from the store to the apartment, I got caught at a railway crossing where a very slow moving and very long train was going by... The train itself must easily have been 1/2-3/4 of a mile in length. There is something almost hypnotic about a slow moving train pulling endless identical carriages across your line of vision.

Finally got home, made some food, watched the adverts, then went off to read a book.

Not one of the most action packed days I've had here.