I’m away from home right now, and I’ve spent about 8 hours of my time trying to get this piece of crap computer set up, just to the point where I can check my mail and post this entry. It’s my old P3-550, and a hard drive failed while I was reinstalling the OS. And this frikkin’ modem is only connected at 26.4 Kbps!

Anyway, here is a picture of an old building, beside the old highway which passes through my home town:

It’s kind of interesting looking, and obviously quite old, but for some reason I don’t even remember it being there.

Looking at places I used to go, houses I used to know, etc, doesn’t really do much for me, but merely driving down a familiar road can instantly transport me back to a simpler, more embarrassing time.

I half expect to pass myself going the other way. And when I overtake kids riding bikes, I have to glimpse over my shoulder to see if they look like me.