I fell asleep last night at eight. I would have fallen asleep sooner, but Mrs. NFB's brother was there. That would have been rude.
I got absolutely NOTHING done yesterday.
I feel like I could sleep all day today.
The weather man needs to shut his fucking fat lying fucking face. Warmer temperatures. BULLSHIT! Lying piece o' crap. I oughtta . . .
. . . go take a god damn nap.
If only I hadn't ever seen one in person to know they play about like the Epiphone Elitists do. God damn. That almost falls outside of my definition of cheap guitar though. Starting to skirt into the area of mid-range. But, so pretty. So very pretty.
BB's out for training this week. This leaves me with no buffer between Zippy and myself. This means the chances of Zippydeth have increased three-fold.
He's not helping himself any by taking floor scanners and playing with them at his desk. *BEEP*BEEP* BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
Sneezing fit. That seems to have gotten the blood flowing. And the snot. And the sore throat. And whiplash.
And another thing. I STILL think the boss hosed me over on this UPS WorldShit program bullshit. I'm sorry, but mapping doesn't just disappear on its own, even in a program as obviously horrible as this one. Bunch of crap I had to spend four hours remapping that bitch. It should have been a library change. One line. In one place. Not four hours remapping.
My fault for trusting him with such a difficult job in the first place.
That's it. I'm dun.
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