Dr. Tom's prescription for Tuesday non-success:

1. Sleep through your alarm.
2. Post the morning roundup late. Immediately receive shit from commenters.
3. Hustle to work. Discover that your sandbox site was defaced by hackers about a month ago, due to an unpatched flaw in some third party software. The site's not very important (hence the lax security), but some stuff for DCist runs on it (at your expense) because the Gothamist guys have never gotten around to giving you access to host it on the DCist server. So it needs to be uncompromised, cleaned and secured.
4. Prepare to make tech support call to non-client marketing trade group that you find morally repugnant.
5. Time for meetings! Two hours should do it.
6. Drive to Charlottesville to see mom, who's been re-admitted to hospital (nothing too serious). Drive back.
7. Collapse into bed.

Also anticipated: a ticket on 66 for violating HOV (Fox 5 ran a story about me and my nefarious HOV-violating buddies last night). When the fuck is Friday getting here, again?

Sorry for the whining. I promise I'll deliver a post about an electronics project involving a demonic glowing cow skull as soon as I can finish it.