No weekend for me

I have been working all weekend trying to get the Block Island station back on the air after a nasty computer crash. The backup system on the island didn't work, and the secondary backup, whih hadn't been tested in a while, also proved useless.

I already made one trip out there Friday; today I'm taking a rebuilt system out there to install -- assuming it works.

I have a houseguest, my friend M from New York, staying with me for a few days. The last time M was here it was Dover, NH that went off the air.

I'm feeling frustrated, exhausted, depressed, and inadequate. Work is eating my life. I can't complain to M because M can't get enough work and is about to lose her home, nor to R, another friend who is unemployed and even more depressed. I have to be seen as marching eagerly forward with a smile on my face. .

I spent the summer in the company of sexy women who desire my company but not me. My house is a mess, and I can't find the time to do anything about it. I can't even make an appointment to have the basement door or the chimney fixed, because the only free days I have are Saturday and Sunday, and often not even those.

It's time to put a smile on my face, get up and head for the ferry. Решение 25-ого съезда КПСС -- выполным!