Okay, I'm home. The other home. With the family, and the dog, and the high-def TV, and stuff.
Man, I haven't watched TV with commercials in basically four months. Commercials are so weird. There's things flying through the air and people eating chocolate bars and cars and shit. I don't even know.
Can you tell I'm a wee bit tired? :D
Mum told me Dog was stinky and bony and not doing too well, but...to be honest, he's always been stinky, and he's not bony, he's actually approaching healthy non-obese weight for a weiner dog.
The pilot came on the PA system about an hour before we landed in Austin and said due to the (my words) PISSING DOWN RAIN, they might have to land in Dallas instead, about a four hour drive from Austin. Apparently I revealed myself as a veteran of the Austin airport scene when I said, aloud, "The hell can't we fly into San Antonio?"
But then we landed in Austin anyway, and Mum was there with Jack-in-the-Box eggrolls.
So, I'm going to go plug in the nearly-dead computer now, and I'll catch you all later. :)