I should be working. Things went horribly, horribly awry with my script sometime in the night. Well, the script was fine. The systems it was testing…errmmm, not so much.
There are no flames and they aren’t smoking so I think all wi’ be we’ and all that. However, one of them gave me a 700% error rate. How do you do that?!
*headshake* There is not enough coffee to look at that sort of crap this early.

So, yeah. Tonight. Spaghetti and suchlike. I need a headcount. Could ya’ll email me at the yahoo account and let me know if you are coming or no?

I’m gonna go try to brain some. Figure what happened in the night. Right now, I’m thinking it had to be gremlins. Its the only explanation. Seven HUNDRED percent error rate.

With Monday’s fiasco effectively fucking* my hours for the week; I have worked 12’s for the past two days. I are tired of work. However due to doctor’s appt, I am only working til 2.30 today. Which means that if I don’t want my weekend to be eaten by work, I will have to work at least a 10 on Friday.

Grr.

* – well, at least my hours are getting laid. I sure ain’t. Did I mention the unmitigated HATE I have for LDR’s? Not the fella. Just the fact that he is 1100 miles away. Its not like I can bop over for a snuggle anytime I feel like it.