The Hits Just Keep A-comin'

Yesterday: Fever. Fatigue. Sound. Fury. A meeting with my boss's boss's boss's boss. Late dinner. I can't RAS.

Today: Chaos. Anarchy. SWAT call. Finding out they're shutting down my mecca in nine days. Even later dinner. Remembering I didn't submit my company commitments on time. I still can't RAS. Debug some obscure log files. OpenDNS sucks. Disable it as a forwarding option on my DNS cache. RAS works.

Tomorrow: Early alarm. Dentist. Fillings. Fire. Screaming. Paranoia. Loathing.

Always loathing.

It gets better. Really. It has to.