Why the fuck am I still working after midnight?

I screwed myself over at work today by being a dumbass. It could have been exhaustion or starvation, but it was totally my fault. That was fun.

I didn’t drink anything for 14 straight hours in a de-humidified, freezing environment and my lips got so chapped that they feel like I’ve been kissing one of those really cool rotating cheese graters that they sometimes use to grate the Parmesano-Reggiano on your food at “rustico” Italian restaurants. That was cool.

A project manager paged me. “Do it still look good for RFA tomorrow morning?” That’s what it said in her page. That was interesting.

But any day can show improvement.

I mean, I could be doing anything else, even listening to Manfred Mann, and it would be better.

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band and some microwave spaghetti.

Now that’d be livin.’