Hello, craptacular morning

I do not need four crises of imminent nature landed on me before I even take my coat off. Particularly I do not need this after several days' worth of sleep dep (yes, no one's fault but my own, shut your theoretical pie hole).

Still haven't had breakfast, or begun caffeine intake.

It's equal probability at the moment whether I'll end the day as the screaming fury or as the gibbering wreck. Place your bets now.

I am the king of the Luddites.

I just realized that I don't know how to send HTMLified email. Not from webmail-ish clients, anyways.

I sort of slot it in the same bin as knowing how to dissect a mammalian corpse. You might never be called on to do it, though there are sick fucks who do it for fun, but there may come a time in your life when the knowledge is damn necessary.

Edit: I feel slightly better. It turns out Squirrelmail doesn't support inline HTML, at least not by default (there's a plugin we don't seem to have installed), so the fact that I couldn't figure out how to do it is not on the path leading directly to cries of YOU DARN KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN!.