Right now I'm on my... let's see... seventh fucking conference call so far this week. And I skipped my usual Tuesday night conference call! Yeesh. What's going on here? Is this some twenty-fifth birthday right of passage? I knew adulthood was going to be unrelenting toil and disappointment, but I was kind of hoping my coworkers would leave me alone during it.

Hmm. Maybe I went out and had a fatally good a time on Tuesday. Oh well. As long as the broadband connection holds I should be able to get through purgatory okay.