February 7th, 2002

NewYorkNewYork

(no subject)

HTTP/1.1 200 OK Date: Thu, 07 Feb 2002 18:47:42 GMT Server: Apache/1.3.9 (Unix) mod_perl/1.21 Set-Cookie: EONS3=H&675694eb625e96b796429c77be011df8&I&11668&U&11638473; domain=insanitynet.mail.everyone.net; path=/ Set-Cookie: popup=visits&1&total&1&startTime&1013105538; path=/ Keep-Alive: timeout=15, max=99 Expires: Wed, 06 Feb 2002 18:48:45 GMT Set-Cookie: EONS3=H&675694eb625e96b796429c77be011df8&I&11668&U&11638473; domain=insanitynet.mail.everyone.net; path=/ Set-Cookie: popup=visits&1&total&1&startTime&1013105538; path=/ Connection: Keep-Alive, Keep-Alive Transfer-Encoding: chunked, chunked Content-Type: text/html System Message


Sorry, we were unable to satisfy your request at this time. Please try again in 5 minutes.

SERVER NAME : insanitynet.mail.everyone.net
URL : /email/scripts/send.pl
TIME : Thu Feb 7 10:48:45 2002
HOST : mailweb05



WOW
NewYorkNewYork

(no subject)

Went shopping.
Got stuff for storage.
And then went to Barnes and Noble.
The one shelf I wanted to get to was being dominated by this very very very wide lady who stood there , boobs against the shelf, browsing for at least half an hour.
She moved away once, I went over, turned away for a second to hand my coat to my mom so I could try to reach the top shelf where the book I wanted was and she moved right back. Grar.
She finally moved long enough for my 15 second dart at the shelf.
I got some more postcards, a Terry Pratchett book I haven't read and two geek books.
Bumped into a former co-worker on his way out the door and my way toward the front counter and we talked a lil.
Then I go up to check out... the bitch is right in front of me taking her damned sweet time at the counter too.
Buying some PC for Dummies book.
Grar.

Then it ended up being less than I expected and I ended up with money left over on my gift cards. But it shouldn't have been. On the way out to the car, I realized she hadn't charged me for the MS-DOS book.
And I really considered going back in.

But I didn't.

Because I'm bad.

I'll feel guilt when I'm rich, dammit.