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Lazy Saturday

Nice lazy Saturday. @ is not with us this weekend so I had zero on the schedule. The file server at work still didn't have the sasser patch so I decided to head up to work and patch it and get my XP cd's so I can re-gen @'s machine. The "cannot install hardware - Data invalid bug has officially kicked my butt, so reinstall. Tomorrow is mothers day, and breakfast at Luby's is on the plate.

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