It is 9:22 p.m.
I have one goal in life; it is to beat Gabriel to the playing spot across the street from the hot dog cart guy, who seems to like his music more than he does mine.
I am at Shermans.
I had the unfortunate experience of having my laptops power converter die on me this morning.
I stepped out for a cigarette, and when I came back in, the laptop had shut down and the message was on the screen that my battery was critically low and that the thing was going to shut down.
I managed to fix it.
Sue Gives Me A Laptop
One of the things that Sue did when I was in New Orleans was to give me a Samsung laptop computer, which had been given to her and which she was sick of carrying around along with her pigeons and her cat.
I used the power converter from the Samsung and spliced the adaptor from my Acer onto it and fixed the problem; or you aren't reading this and I only hallucinated that I fixed the problem.
Now, I have a pretty good idea that the Samsung was not working only because of the same problem of a malfunctioning power supply.
Last night, I fell asleep in the courtyard of St. James church and missed out on busking entirely.
I hadn't slept very well in New Orleans, as Sue woke me up at 6 a.m. when I had only about 5 hours of sleep on that last morning there.
I caught up on sleep, but woke up at about 1:30 a.m. and never really recovered.
Of course Gabriel was on "my" spot playing by the time I got there.
I am determined to get there first tonight, but, the longer I work on this post, the more the chances diminish.