Mmm, chocolate...
I'm getting a headache from staring at long strings of numbers referring to different types of screws and things. Got to have a demo done by the end of tomorrow for a hopefully new client... and it's really fiddly stuff. Bleah.
Nothing going on here. I keep sneaking paragraphs of my books, which feels awfully naughty.
I guess I must not lead a very exciting life, if something like that makes me feel so guilty. But then...maybe that's a good thing.