A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lacking a penchant for alchemy Foreboding. at least in the sense of how things will go down in the office when morning comes. A technical glitch is threatening to make the matter of the "big job" that has been on my desk in varying degrees for the last couple of weeks, and turn it into a clusterfuck of biblical proportions i'm burning my own incense tonight, so as to be unaware of the scent of it later. i should e-mail a heads-up to the SysAdmin at the office and let him know what i'm up against
fuckfuckfuck last thing i need right now is to catch heat from know-nothing consultants and moronic politicians whose levels and degrees of sucking up to lobbyists make my little adventures from the previous entry pale in comparison, if you take my meaning to make matters worse, i don't feel sleep being anywhere in sight just now and i really wanted to be safely feigning death for the few hours of rest that i need between now and tomorrow's resuming of the usual daily grind 1:13 a.m. - 2002-12-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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