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It has been a stupidly long day. I have been running on ?five? hours sleep and everyone (almost) at work went to a Christmas party, and I think the e-mail I sent my supervisor (not about that) got lost in the shuffle, and I have been killing the worst-designed-form ever and and and...
And I got home and John bought ingredients so that I could use my mojito mix packet and it's warm in here and I am sitting down and no-one needs me to do anything that involves ColdFusion, and I think I'm going to go look at Fallout 3, see if I can find anyone who wants me to kill Harold, and pick the meanest dialogue option possible in response. Because really. Harold.
And I got home and John bought ingredients so that I could use my mojito mix packet and it's warm in here and I am sitting down and no-one needs me to do anything that involves ColdFusion, and I think I'm going to go look at Fallout 3, see if I can find anyone who wants me to kill Harold, and pick the meanest dialogue option possible in response. Because really. Harold.
