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Last day of the month, it's 16:30, I have a shitload of requisitions I'm supposed to submit today (system is real-time, damn) and what am I doing? I'm capturing SG-1 commentaries from AOL. If they fire my ass, it will be totally justified. *handwave*
At seven thirty, I have the last appointment for July with my dietician. He's taking August off. All of August. Lucky bastard. I guess this is as good a time as any to say:
'YES, YES I'VE LOST 5.3 KILOS IN A MONTH!'
Ahem.
The rant about Vox is still half-written and will remain so until I'll have a chance to take a closer look at the service, try to post, etc. Which means don't hold your breath, it won't be until the end of the week, when grandma's move will be over.
Nothing else comes to mind except, 4 days until downtime! Yeshh!
At seven thirty, I have the last appointment for July with my dietician. He's taking August off. All of August. Lucky bastard. I guess this is as good a time as any to say:
'YES, YES I'VE LOST 5.3 KILOS IN A MONTH!'
Ahem.
The rant about Vox is still half-written and will remain so until I'll have a chance to take a closer look at the service, try to post, etc. Which means don't hold your breath, it won't be until the end of the week, when grandma's move will be over.
Nothing else comes to mind except, 4 days until downtime! Yeshh!
