with copying this last lot of disks. That's seriously
a lot of disks there. Seriously. I didn't bother to
count them this time, but ... wow. I feel
technologically liberated in that Comic Pirate Super
(sitting at the workstation opposite this one) has a
jump drive big enough to fit everything I've copied,
probably twice over.
And this is one of those paper boxes full of disks,
the sort that holds about ten reams of 8 1/2" x 11"
printer paper.
I'm trying to finish this up tonight so I can get on
with the burning tomorrow. There's not a backup
check-in tomorrow, and Pink Shirt Guy is out.
Cinderella Supervisor is going to need all the help I
can give her.
I feel almost awake, in part due to all the caffeine
I've had today, but I know this is an illusion. I'll
be lucky to get all the way walked home before the
exhaustion taps me on the shoulder and tells me I'm
going to be taking a little time-out in the next
half-hour or so. (The walk home is twenty minutes
allowing for traffic. Not to worry.)
