59pm the problem with my email set up is that I have to pay for local calls. Feeling pretty good. So I ended up being there to 10.00.
Czech lines are straight out of Dante's inferno.
As you stand in line, your flesh starts to decay off your bones, and you have to beat off the little imps that fly up and cackle and try to feast on you. Occasionally someone dies and the janitor is sent down to get the body. It took 2.5 hours to move ten feet. What makes it worse is that cutting in line is rampant. Last night I got some good quality planning done, into the end of next week.