Babe
*FLASH* don't worry, lightning at sea allways looks closer than it is. Unless you *KRAKOW* ... can hear it, it's probably several ...miles ...away. We've been having seas. Fun seas, eight foot and rising seas. Sleepless seas. Not as bad as I've had before, but they're supposed to get worse untill mid-afternoon tomorrow. We've had a couple waves breaking over the fantail, but not significant enough to secure the weather decks. In the mean time, the lab has the feel of a hurricane party sans hairdye and hard liquor of course. Just a big social event with a twinge of anxiety looming. I'm knocking back a few lines of code for the office and torturing the others with my supply of diet cokes. I bought the last palette of coke lite early on and seem to be the only one capable of showing any restraint towards the frosty beverage. I've been slowly doling them out for personal favors like cigarettes in prison.
We literally had fried pigs feet for lunch. I didn't even know you could do that. Well, moreso that you'd want to do that. My stint at the Slidell Truck stop taught me that Anything could be deep fat fried. Fortunately, it was served alongside a ham and cheese sandwich and tomato soup. I will try damned near anything once, but, well, fuck, there's gotta be a line.
We literally had fried pigs feet for lunch. I didn't even know you could do that. Well, moreso that you'd want to do that. My stint at the Slidell Truck stop taught me that Anything could be deep fat fried. Fortunately, it was served alongside a ham and cheese sandwich and tomato soup. I will try damned near anything once, but, well, fuck, there's gotta be a line.