I spent the day hating my job, staring at the screen not getting anything to work, programming things that I have made it a point of avoiding since my college days (X Window programming, in case anyone wonders). It took all day to draw one window that said (in true programmer fashion), “Hello, world.” I have all sorts of things I’d rather be doing, but this is what the project lead told me to do, and he has my manager snookered, so I have to do whatever he says. In any case, I feel truly American since I hate my job and wish great harm to at least one of my superiors.

I think the disasters have subsided to some extent. The only one I can think of since I got home from work is that I ran out of dental floss. My exciting life is back to normal, or will be if I can get my expensive laptop to quit making such hideous noises.