OK, it's not a Vogon Contructor Fleet, but I am hungover (good party last night! Between the Columbian vigorously defending his thesis that neoliberal policies of the west are ultimately responsible for the violence in Columbia, to the poli-sci major arguing that Obama can't win 'cause America is racist, to realizing I am no Jack White, or Black for that matter (but closer to Black), a good time was had by all - except that I can never listen to Pearl Jam again, but that's another story), and I do have a vague sense that something's not right. Could be this.
It could also be that my boss has made several brief references, one today, and one yesterday, about some sort of release I'm apparently supposed to be doing today. I'm thinking it's a big one. THE big one, even, maybe. Wish I knew. Should've paid attention in those conference calls, I guess.
Friday, February 8
Feeling like Arthur Dent on that fateful Thursday
