Twenty-first century, man.
There’s free wireless at the car dealership. This is particularly convenient given that I’m here for 3-4 hours, they said. It’s amazing what a change of scene can do: sitting here on cushy chairs, with hubbub all around and Regis and Whatsername on the plasma screen about 12 feet away… and I’m being productive. I mean, except for writing this. But, like, getting work done.
Ah, the post-human present.