measi's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- morning thoughts... One of the frustrations I've found having an online journal is trying to find the server space to put the damn graphics. Off-site hosting just isn't viable anymore, and I'm sick of broken links. So rather than be a freeloader, I finally got a damn Paypal account and paid for D-X Plus last evening, for both this journal and my gaming journal. Graphics are about to change, folks. :) Measi's going to start playing a bit with the look of this thing... I'd hoped to do some playing this morning before I really kicked into gear at work, but unfortunately a chain of bad traffic events got me to work nearly 45 minutes late-- at almost 11 a.m. One of Erich's co-workers and friends who usually rides with him decided to take the T, so [erich] was unable to get into the HOV lane, and therefore had to enjoy the beautiful scenery that is the I-93 northbound parking lot into Boston. So he picked me up about 20 minutes later than normal-- at about the time that I get into the office. We grab coffee quickly (as he said... if I'm going to be late, do it right and grab the damn cup of coffee), and I get on the road. Traffic's fine on the Pike through to the I-95 (Route 128 to locals) interchange. And THEN I see the mess. A huge mess. Wrapping from the toll collector booths all the way around the interchange onto 95. Ugh. 25 minutes later, I've successfully ringed the on-ramp onto 95. What normally takes me perhaps 2 minutes has just dragged into about a half-hour. Gotta be an accident. At 10:30 in the morning, what else could it be on 95 south? Oh, boy was it an accident. Middle lane, three ambulances, and a car that looked like it had been through the crusher. Yeesh... *winces* Only about a mile and change south of the interchange. As soon as we got past the car, everything immediately cleared up, but ugh, was that ugly. I don't think the driver survived that. It's a miracle if he/she did. *sigh* And while I gripe about traffic, some poor soul gets to learn that a loved one got killed. Perspective is a bitch sometimes. --Mel. 11:14 a.m. - 8 January 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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