This day has dragged on and on forever. Woke up this morning with the sore throat I always get from viruses, and the lowering feeling of cotton wool starting to smother everything.
Decided I wasn’t quite sick enough to stay home, so I sat in traffic for an hour… Thought I’d just work on some programming, but I’m getting wierd results: the program is acting inconsistently, which is mostly a sign of memory corruption, and something I’m not really up to dealing with today.
I was going to try to snag some rush tickets to The Barber of Seville tonight, but I think I’m going to go to sleep instead.
It is a pier or is it a balafon???? Hmm… you fooled me. I can even see the morning mist…..