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I am a geek who goes to war...

Last night before going to bed, I pulled out the laptop and plugged it in to make sure the battery was fully charged before I let, pulled out the battery in my camera and plugged it in to make sure it was fully charged, and plugged the iPod Nano into the computer to charge it before I go. Plus my Palm T3 is at work sitting on the cradle getting fully charged as well.

Yep, I'm a geek!

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littik
Apr. 6th, 2006 07:44 am (UTC)
*grins* I recently had the amusing phenomenon of taking more gadgets with me than clothes for the weekend.

ozisim
Apr. 6th, 2006 10:23 am (UTC)
My laptop, phone, camera and 12DCto240AC inverter are located, charged and ready to go. Books I'm taking are set aside next to pile o music that I plan on sorting through and packing into travel wallets. Costumes are boxed and ready to go. I haven't even started thinking about what clothes I'm going to pack... and I think my suitcase is on top of the wardrobe... I think.
ANd I haven't even UNPACKED my car from last October. Leaving tomorrow...
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I wake in vain
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Each of her veils, a secret promise
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