Oh,

to heck with it.

Let's go grocery shopping.
cold + rainy

= sleeeeeeepy.

Anyone have use for a

sleepy Sherbie?
Jon and I had the best vacation!

We saw the sights

in our own home town.

Relaxing, fun, restorative.

*Smile*
"Feedback"

is not a verb.

Criminy.
Deployed.

Installed.

No complaints...
WOO HOO!
I got a paper-cut

with the cover of a 3-ring binder.

I am wounded!
But my code is done.

^_^
My code is done.
I slept for 8.5 hours last night.

Yes!

Ah, bliss...
I'm in disbelief.

Code has been locked down.

Someone's installing my files

into the test environment

Right Now!
Or, rather,

I feel like I did

when I was in college.
I feel like I'm in college.
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For a radical change of pace,

I came into work today.

Dude,

tell me a joke or something,

please.
It's Sunday again, so

Final Count:

93.5

'Course, I'm still here...
For those following along at home:

Hours worked since Sunday:

82
It seemed like a good idea:

In a glass of Coke-a-Cola,

non-dairy creamer

sits on top of the foam

and won't dissolve.
Because I am morbidly curious:

Hours worked since Sunday:

66.5
Got to the top of the

vertical wall!

(With a little help from my friend.)
That Beatles song,

"Eight Days a Week"

makes sense now.

Hours worked since Sunday: 56.
If I could just get over

this silly addiction to sleep...

I'm going cold turkey.
The end is in sight.

And I mean that

in a good way.
But I did

work out

again today!
Terrible habits:

I've got some kind of mental block

against eating the last dregs

of whatever's on my plate.
You only have to sign in

after hours.

The security guard

remembered my name.

*sigh*
On the up-side,

I am learning tons.
*blink blink*

What genius!

Prevent multiple submits

by making the on-click event

first disable the "submit" button.

It's what the YACCS code does.
There's no typo

like a typo etched in glass.

Twice.
Worked out at the gym over lunch!

Then had left-over steak.

Mmmmmmm.
Portable computers

can be left behind.

*sigh*
Something strange has happened.

All of the 11s were too big.

The 10s fit.

I have shoes.