I got up this morning, did some morning chores (filling humidifiers, emptying cat boxes) and checked the mail not because I forgot Monday was a holiday but because I was convinced Monday had already happened and it was Tuesday the 3rd. Stuff is going well here, we’re operating at least a 10 or 11 on the Glasgow coma scale. But five things make a post, so here in no particular order they are:
Fuck multitasking and fuck metrics, too
Fuck multitasking and fuck metrics, too
Fuck multitasking and fuck metrics, too
I got up this morning, did some morning chores (filling humidifiers, emptying cat boxes) and checked the mail not because I forgot Monday was a holiday but because I was convinced Monday had already happened and it was Tuesday the 3rd. Stuff is going well here, we’re operating at least a 10 or 11 on the Glasgow coma scale. But five things make a post, so here in no particular order they are: