misfoks | Ich bin das Fleisch auf dem Gabentisch der Macht

Today I graduated from drafting completely unusable thingymabobs to working on Top Secret Military Compounds! (OK, so probably not quite top secret, but I'm still not going to put up any CAD samples this time.) I also found my classical guitar again. Three strings had broken while it was in storage; I don't know why, but this made me sad. It's a beautiful instrument, older than I am, and deserves better care than this. It'll be getting new strings soon, and will echo strains of Bach and Praetorius again, oh yes.

Good: Portabella stuffed with spinach, cream, rice, pine nuts, garlic, and a touch of absinthe.

Mixed: Odd how one person can gush about what a wonderful friend they think you've been over the years, then so suddenly drift off to barely speaking to you; while about the same time someone you never thought regarded you much can come out of the blue to say how much she misses having you around. You humans are so unpredictable.

Annoying: This hick town's only ISP has been having some serious issues lately. Trying to webbrowse tends to take several refreshes before a crawling pageload even starts, and ssh connections get cut off with frustrating frequency. I've chewed on them a bit and it seems to be better now, but we shall see. Still fighting off bronchitis (but with a new supply of codeine, woo). Still not king.

Quote du jour:
"I don't have a heart of gold and I don't grow one later, OK? But relax. There's other people a lot nicer coming up. We call them losers." --Dedee, Opposite Of Sex