Well, you'd think that maybe I can get in the habit of writing more often. And remember this is for posterity's sake, so be honest.
I installed a new firewall at work last week, which in itself was hairy enough. I spent all week going into the Co-Lo at midnight to tweak it, then on Friday I had the officially Worst Day EverTM. I was forced into a difficult confrontation, didn't fix a client, ruined the NS500, didn't eat, needed a login (or 4), needed a serial cable, needed a different serial cable, tore a rubber foot of my laptop, lost my oil cap, and doused my truck in oil. And those are just the highlights.
Saturday was Carter's 50's birthday party, wherein Whitey and I made the mistake of putting pomade in our hair to go as greasers. I hate that crap. It doesn't come out. Whoever invented this stuff should be poisoned, stabbed, shot, hung, streched, disembowled, drawn and quartered. I've washed my hair about 8 times, and not much has happened. Actually, it's not as bad now as it was earlier today, maybe I just need to keep at it. Maybe Gem can do a good job on it on Tuesday, or maybe I'll wait a week.