So I got the blocks. They look great. They're arriving today (oh crap, I hope UPS delivers them). The blocks are pretty sweet. They will last years.
My lower back is bothering me today. I hate sitting. One of the things I like about instructing or presenting is that you can stand up. Maybe I should get a job that involves a lot of teaching or presentations. Anyways: this does not bode well when it comes to driving all over the nation next week for Thanksgiving. I might have to leave out the grandparental circuit.
Google switched up the look of their mail. Last night I found a way to change the "skin" somewhere in the settings, but I can't find a way to do it today. I will set fire to somebody's car. I want to be able to fiddle with colours.
Just watch, I will totally find something valuable to do today.
9:15. I've been in the office 1/2 hour. I already want to go home. I have a meeting at 11. I can either trudge out to the other building in the cold or call in. I think I'll call in. It's 1.5 hours and calling in will let me stand up for a while. I don't want to do anything again ever.
Re: Finance. We're all doomed. As I've said before, our only way out is zombie apocalypse. And it's not a pretty way out. In a few years, people will look back at these diaries and be amazed at their prescience.
There's a potluck at work tomorrow. I have literally no time to make anything for it tonight even if I skip some of the stuff I'm booked for. I'm already planning on skipping one: a buddy of mine has a metal band and they're at some bar or something tonight. I said I could come because I thought it was Friday, but it's today.
I forgot to take my medicine this morning. I was rushing out the door. I nearly died on the train as a result. Well, not quite. I also ran for the train: my adductors hurt as I did so.
I'm wearing my Chuck Taylors to work. They are not quite as awesome as my Fivefingers, but they are pretty good. They are black and they are not high-tops. They are not quite as awesome as my Fivefingers. I'm also wearing a corduroy jacket: I hope I am not a hipster.
Watched some Doctor Who last night. Solved some chess problems. I've got 99 problems.
I don't think I ate dinner last night. The CEO party was at like 3 and I ate a lot of shrimp. I don't recall eating anything after that. C'est la vie.
We gotta get out of this place...
I will pick up heavy things and put them over my head tonight.
This conference call just turned philosophical.
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