fluttering eyelids

half an hour of continually interrupted rem sleep this morning. my brain and body have the WORST timing.

setting the tone for the day, i spent it all as a zombie. unfortunately, my new team-mates expected me to WORK. the kid left to a week of guard duty in the sticks, continuing to leave me alone to the evil that is developer.

i started the day on base having to defend myself against a retarded monkey in a uniform, who was deeply concerned about my goggles. instead of punching him, which i really wanted to do, i made him look like a complete fool in front of his little friends. not as satisfying as i would like, i hate when people get on my case for shit that doesn't concern them.

fortunately, i found spot's php book, which i've found incredibly useful. cunning language, that.

i worked the WHOLE day. i drank too much coffee, too. then i came here, and spent 4 hours working solidly. now i's a goin' HOME. my graft was good, but it's really way past my bedtime.