Gack…

Headcold, chestcold. Too much work, not enough sleep. Starting back with the trip to California.

My muse is on strike, she took her cute, shapely posterior and flew to the beach or something. My eyes don’t want to look at computer screens.

And here I am at work, gulping Dayquil like it’s water, blowing putrid green jello out of my sinuses, and desperately trying to concentrate on coding. Just to make it even more interesting, they (somebody) is working on the floor above me with a hammer-drill. My head gets to reverberating so I can’t even tell when they stop.

I’m getting nothing done…but I have to be here. Maybe I’ll get some rest tonight.

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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