Brrrr.

Our gracious landlord (the office's, I mean) decided to fix the steam-venting-pipes problem by just...removing the heating pipes. We didn't notice it until the last couple days, and now that it's _ten degrees_ outside, it's real damn obvious. "Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord."

"I see dumb people!"

It's one of _those_ days. If we had a Smog Alert-like thing for the luser levels, today'd be a Stage 3 Alert.

Whiiiiiiiiine.

(I think it's just my day for that.)

Don't want Evil Pez Drink. Want joy juice. Not only does it work a hell of a lot better from the energy perspective, it actually tastes _good_ instead of like liquefied Smarties.

It's been over a year since a drop has passed my lips, and I'm still longing for it. I guess that means it would be Really Bad to get a case "just for emergencies". So this is addiction...