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I Got My Freeduino But No Cake

Yes, I ordered this Freeduino kit from ebay and it's with me now. In one word it's just - Great. This weekend (actually yesterday) I connected it to my system and started the Blink program and other basic tests with it. The installation is so simple and hassle free that it can just simply blow your mind. Ok that might be an exaggeration. But anyway, if you are interested into electronics skulduggery you may want to give this a try as well.
Yes, along with that I got a kit - like a mini breadboard, jumper cables, resistors capacitors, one LCD display, a couple of motors, some battery mounts, a few sensors and so on. So I have enough to get started with some of the cool stuff I have always wanted to do. I will need to get a few more things just to be safe and get on with it.

On the other hand, my best friend is at her worst. That's actually not true because she is not any worse than she was a month back. But anyway, I feel helpless because I know I can do nothing about it. Hope can heal. She does not have any.

And yes - the cake. A chocolate cake is being prepared by some Goddess. I am so into chocolate that my patience ran out so quick. Wish I knew but got no rep so can't say :(

The day ended well with me and a friend of mine watching the football game between Brazil and Chile. Too bad Chile lost in the end, nice match still.


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