I'm sitting here in front of a terminal at 19:12 on Monday,
December 25. I was here yesterday at this time as well. And, I'm sure
I'll be here tomorrow.
And, what am I doing? NOTHING! There's been no new news or mail
for hours, and there're no projects to do, and nothing's broken enough
that I need to try to fix it.
So now I'm bored out of what little is left of my mind, eating
somebody else's cold General Tso's Chicken and drinking warm Mistic iced
tea (the peach flavor, yeech, but it's better than no iced tea at all),
listening to every single song that Led Zeppelin ever released ("This is
the wonder of devotion; I've seen the path we all must go.")
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