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[jodawi]

My feet are humid.


My laptop is slowly regaining it's lost inhumanity, one update or service pack at a time.


My tired is. Working since 2amish in humid unairconditionedness, checking the clock frequently while waiting for the magic morning air-conditioning-will-now-be-operational time.


"These are not the tasks you are looking for."


I've purchased about 10 books on Unicode and internationalization and localization and automated testing, and must digest many of them sooner rather than later.


My recent email is unread, and will be for the next sleep.



I have successfully updated my computer. Restart Now.

Comments

[beaq.livejournal.com]

You are humid in all your parts.

*lick*

[sebab.livejournal.com]

hey, I got a transplant call last night, which is what my email was about, but the pancreas was unusable, and besides I was #2 choice this time.

so unless I get ANOTHER call and it all works out, we should still be on for Thursday. need to discuss time/place/etc.

[neversremedy.livejournal.com]

Poor, poor. There are only three things I like to do when it's hot and humid, and I don't see any cards or tea around here.

At least it is not quite the death of Southern humidity here, this is more like its bastard cousin who got a bright idea to get away from the Republicans and relax a little in the Pacific Northwest.

I also have not slept much in many days.