I have nothing of particular note to remark on tonight -- I still am in a foul mood and there's no clear end in sight. I have an early morning tomorrow because my manager, in his very finite wisdom, scheduled a meeting I have to be in that starts an hour before I'm normally expected in at work.
I have to finish packing for the trip I'm taking this weekend. I have too much to do and too little time to do it in. That's okay, I'm used to that by now. I guess I'll pack it in for bed and maybe write something tomorrow.