Zoooooooom!

Weird, I know, but while I am loving the nice new shiny three lanes of 494 (west of Bush Lake Road, anyway), I will be a little sad when I don't get to go zooming through the trench every morning, escaping from enemy fighters.

And today, instead of icky Christmas music stuck in my head, I have Terrence Mann and Colm Wilkinson stuck in my head. Which is infinitely preferable, even if they do take up more space.

Gah.

I have been on this call for one hour and fifteen minutes, trying to carve a munged driver out of the customer's W2K system, and it isn't working. AT ALL.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Where's a cold-chisel when you need one?

[Edit update: Boy, this system is fucked. FFR time. No, I haven't been on the call all afternoon. It just felt like it.]