January 4th, 2013

Get me my flag-man and drummer....

...for I still feel like the limping fifeman from the famous picture. Also still healing on schedule, and I haven't figured out a way to make bitching about it novel and entertaining to listen to, so we'll take that as read and move on.

I seem to have been up for two hours, and not to have done anything with it. Another hour-and-a-half before morning meeting with Zack; maybe I can get something accomplished here before then. Collapse )