It has come to this.

I just had to show a programmer how to work venetian blinds. *And* I'm still at work at 9pm on a friday night. And in about 10 minutes, a nice man will bring me pizza.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. But, still, I have my dark and twisted feti- err.. I mean post-it notes to keep me company during the wee small hours. Bill, if you read this, I'll be home sometime after three. Hug the dog for me.