November 2nd, 2004


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15 minutes till the next round of polls close, and what do I get but my old friend, the Blue Screen Of Death. If I didn't know the alternatives weren't any better, I'd swear off Microsoft. But I don't have time to find out what's wrong with the thing- well, okay, I do, but I don't have the inclination, inasmuch as I'm nervous as all hell out here. Nine and a half minutes to go. I hope the frecell gods are feeling distracting.