I probably closed it. It's also fairly high up. It's a second floor and the first floor is not ground level. So we'll probably be safe.

Someday we'll all be dead. And what I'm doing at work won't matter much, then. My company might not even be around anymore.

Drat, I forgot to cancel my ZMA subscription, so they sent me another bottle. It's, like, $12. Whatever. Might as well continue the experiment.

I have a couple finishing touches to add to my homework. And I realized I did one problem wrong. Fucklesticks.

There was a baby shower at work just now. Wooo babies.

Hmm. Small earthquakes? Is this a Fringe-like situation? Will a building disappear?

Oh, drat. I just volunteered to do something that involves using this other person's tool which is not really set up well and not documented yet. I thought when I volunteered that it was something that it was something that would just take 10 minutes to churn out. Instead, it's a hellish rollup problem. Oh! By the end of the day. Well, fuckle-dee-dee.