I braved the snow last night to go play hockey with my friends. I've been playing with approximately the same group of guys on Tuesday night for a couple of years now, so they all know my name. I'm still learning theirs. I may not know all their names, but I know roughly what they're going to do next on the ice. If only the puck were predictable.
It's too cold outside. It's 13 and windy. Going out for lunch? Nuh uh. I just grabbed some lunch in the cafeteria. At the station known as The Comfort Zone, where they usually have hearty food, they had a build-your-own taco salad buffet for $4.25. I mounded the shell full of lettuce, refried beans, taco beef with orange grease, and diced tomatoes with the condiments on top. I'm stuffed. It was pretty good. Beats the deep fried IQF items and reheated canned crap they've been serving. If the cafeteria selection looks less than appetizing, I make my way to the Pita Pit around the way. It's like a Subway with better meat selections and pitas instead of bread. And they stuff them pretty full.
I'm steadily getting my site survey documentation done. <yawn> Back to work. I bought a 512MB mini-SD card for my phone and filled it with MP3's. It looks like I'm on the phone, but it's tunez, yo! The new shuffle feature of Windows Media Player keeps the selections fresh. When I plug my phone in at home, my laptop charges the battery and puts a fresh randomized batch of music on the storage card. Thank you, Microsoft.