Interesting evening last night. Tried to go to belly dance — first time driving by myself. I loaded the GPS with the address, and off I went… Except some how I added a way point on I-40… and the silly thing kept telling me to loop around I-40. I would have been 20 minutes late to class, so I skipped it. Pissed me off. And then I thought it was terribly funny. Related...
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Writing Rider. Writer of tech stuff, blogs, fiction, poetry, nonfiction, and whimsical silliness. Owned by two mares and two tortieshell cats. She/her.
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