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Just got a text message informing me that my wife won't be coming home tonight.

Laisses les bon temps souffrez

I'm not in a particularly good mood today, but it is Mardi Gras and therefore critically important that everyone expose their breasts to me do their best to have a good time. I'm gonna see if I can locate a decent king cake, like those from Haydel's, which was just a couple of blocks from where I worked when I lived in New Orleans. I don't really see it happening, but you gotta try.

Whee!

For lunch today, I went down to Boiling Point looking to have a bowl of red bend and rice, but ended up having a shrimp poboy instead. It was pretty good (picture forthcoming on my flickr page). As I drove back to work, a guy driving next to me blew his horn and told me that my tire was low, which marks the understatement of the day. It was nearly flat, and blowing air through a worn hole the size of a blueberry. I filled it up as much as possible from the compressor at work, and drove back to Mississippi to get a new tire. Which is where I am now, waiting for my tire to arrive so the can mount and balance and so on. I love spending the whole afternoon in the firestone waiting room.