I popped my pills, waited a little while for them to kick in, grabbed my dragon's head cane, and shuffled over to Appleby's for dinner. It was a very long walk even though it's right next door. But I made it.
The bartender, Joe, was all concerned about my physical condition. I had to go through the whole story about what had happened. It's kind of odd being a "regular" in a place 1,000 miles away from home but such is the life of a trucker. He poured me a draft and handed me a menu.
I wanted some real food after crappy Dominoes pizza for dinner last night and a crappy DQ burger for lunch today. I order the Parmesan Tilapia. I wasn't disappointed ass it was quite good.
I had one more beer and then had to leave because sitting on the barstool was murdering my back despite the drugs. Before I left Joe let me know that he would be working tomorrow as well and if I needed a food delivery to just call and ask for him. He said "if the price is right" he'd be happy to run an order over to the hotel for me. Mercenary little bastard. I like that in a person. LOL
As the doctor told me today that I needed to try and walk some, but not over do it, I'll probably walk over there again tomorrow for dinner. Beats the hell out of DQ. I just hate the way people look at me, while trying to appear they aren't looking, as I hobble along on my cane all hunched over and unable to stand up straight. I look like the crooked old man in the nursery rhyme. It makes me want to just give them all the finger and tell them to kiss my ass (I'm already in the right position for it).
I'm now in the process of compiling a new Linux kernel, version 2.6.20-3. I've been tinkering with some of the new features in this version. I've compiled it 4 times already using different options just to see how they affect system performance. I'm on the final compile now that should be satisfactory for my laptop.
Hey, gotta have something to do, right?