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Off to Nashville
Feb. 25th, 2026 11:40 amThe pace of work has picked up a little bit, but I'm still not clocking more than an hour or two a day out of the four or five that I'm on call. Next week's check will at least include reimbursements for the useless Oregon certification, regarding which I'm tempted to sue Oregon for violating the Equal Protection Clause as well as illegal restraint of trade.
One of the door switches in the Kia has gone wonky, so the dome light won't shut off. I don't have the time or money to deal with it now, so I'll just have to hope it doesn't drain the battery while I'm in Nashville.
Weight shot up into the mid-390s after the NSSAB meeting (as usual) and again when I did laundry Monday night. I'm going to try and be moderate with the fressing while I'm at Confinement, but I'm not optimistic. So much to eat there, and so much of it is so bad for me.
Tonight's pre-flight hotel in Vegas is the Mardi Gras, which I've never stayed at before, but the price was right and it's reasonably close to the airport. Going to park the car at the airport and hope I don't get fucked too badly.
Everything is packed up except the insulin and my Kindle, so I'm going to clock in to see if I have any work, scrape my face, and then hit the road. Miles to go and all that.
One of the door switches in the Kia has gone wonky, so the dome light won't shut off. I don't have the time or money to deal with it now, so I'll just have to hope it doesn't drain the battery while I'm in Nashville.
Weight shot up into the mid-390s after the NSSAB meeting (as usual) and again when I did laundry Monday night. I'm going to try and be moderate with the fressing while I'm at Confinement, but I'm not optimistic. So much to eat there, and so much of it is so bad for me.
Tonight's pre-flight hotel in Vegas is the Mardi Gras, which I've never stayed at before, but the price was right and it's reasonably close to the airport. Going to park the car at the airport and hope I don't get fucked too badly.
Everything is packed up except the insulin and my Kindle, so I'm going to clock in to see if I have any work, scrape my face, and then hit the road. Miles to go and all that.
