It's been a lousy day. Work, really. I'm not done working yet and it's much later in the night than I prefer to do things. Lots of frustration, mistakes (some mine, some of others), bad (or at least adverse) judicial decisions, and calendar control issues, which I take very hard, leading to a lot of self-doubt and a generalized feeling of fatigue. I'm not the only one under stress, but until I get things together at work I've got to give that priority.
I'll have some thoughts about the Bush-induced creep towards socialism for you soon. And maybe some dick jokes -- everybody likes dick jokes, right?
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