I have no idea what I was doing. No idea what I had in mind when I took these shots. I assume something with fixing the computer, but the damned thing is on. I know in reality I was trying to get the serial number for the motherboard, but that would not make good story. Well, not unless it’s a really awkward get together where no one has any clue about anyone else and they all build PC’s, and then, how many people in their 40’s actually “get together” with people they don’t actually know.
Narrator: Dawn. Another morning on the brink
Paddy: No, no. That’s no good
Narrator: What do you mean?
Paddy: It’s too cliche, even for us
Narrator: Morning arrived like a pair of 99 cent plaid boxers made of cotton and “other”. He had no idea how it got there, and now that it’s here, he wasn’t very comfortable with it
Bat: Wait is 3 am morning, or still the night before?
Narrator:I think it depends if he went to bed yet
Bat:OH. What if he’s up again before midnight?
Paddy: That only counts if he has to work the next day