Some half hour after I woke up in the early afternoon, the Comet modems resumed responding to the Kappa Mutha Fucka 486. The email influx was a little high with the connection to the rest of cyberspace being so fresh, so I went to UVA to handle it all.
My return to Kappa Mutha Fucka coincided with the appearance there of Peggy, Zach, an occasionally squalling unnamed Baboose, and Matthew Hart. We had a little picnic in the backyard, drinking Budweisers, eating sushi, and swatting at the numerous grey and white Tiger Mosquitos that joined us.
We went inside to escape from the mosquitos and to listen to Ani DiFranco (yes, Matthew likes Ani DiFranco, though he said that if one of his guy friends should ever walk in the door and overhear it, he'll blame it on Deya, even though Deya hates Ani DiFranco).
The Simpsons came on. It was the one where Bart fell in love with the preacher's daughter, Jessica. Between the wasabi rushes and the laughing I did during the Simpsons, I must have extended my life six months at the very least.
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