Then a bunch of annoying stuff happened until lunch. I went out to lunch with lain_mac and D and I. We went to Pho 88 where we taught the kids bad table manners like the affect of stopping a straw with your finger and how to blow bubbles in your water. The kids ate decently well and used the chopsticks mostly for eating and only a little for banging. That's pretty impressive. D let me carry her around, which was sweet and gave Elaine a bit of a break. I imagine her arms are feeling pretty well stretched.
Then we went to the post office where I mailed off my Palm to IRQ and he's going to try to fix the speaker. I'm using hoppie's palm meantime. I can't believe how many people tell me how much they like "your new palm." Feh. I'm like Johnny Smith in last week's The Dead Zone: "That's not my Palm." Rick said to me at the end of the reports meeting how much better he likes it than my old one.
I said, "That makes one of us. I was just about to mention that my notes for today suck because I can't write as fast with this new graffiti and it's hard to use the keyboard." He suggested I try using the stylus to type with the keyboard and see if that helps.
Just tested that. That sucks. The keys are rounded so you have to apply quite a bit of directed force, otherwise the stylus just sort slides down the key. So there goes my idea of typing by chopsticks.
Darn. I just remembered I need to desposit a check. *adds that to the list of things to do this afternoon*.