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The spare room is (mostly) done

Both computers and now in the spare room, and the spare bed.

I had to move the bookcase from where I moved it last night so that the two tables would fit in. Not by much, only by about 5 cm, but that meant that I had to pull everything off it, move it those 5 cm, and then put everything back.

Considering the bottom two shelves are Encyclopedia Britannica and the year books from 1972 to 1984, and most of the rest are computer manuals and text books, that's a lot of work for an extra 5 cm.

Now, the only problem is I need another network cable, one that will reach from Dave to Halloran. Oh well, Dave will just be lonely until the end of the week then.

The rest of the house looks like a bomb has hit it, but you get that.

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maelwaedd
Jul. 8th, 2002 06:29 am (UTC)
... *sniffles* ...
my room?
heh.
paradigmshifty
Jul. 8th, 2002 03:06 pm (UTC)
What length cable do you need?
halloranelder
Jul. 8th, 2002 06:33 pm (UTC)
Re:
About six or seven meters.
paradigmshifty
Jul. 8th, 2002 10:16 pm (UTC)
And for the computers?
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