whinge.

Hungry. Sleepy. Frustrated by work; a page that wasn’t working turned out to be not working because it really, really doesn’t have the support it needs on this site I’m developing. It didn’t get speced out properly and I didn’t know that, and couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t working, and asked Barb who got frustrated about it, and… blah.

I’m trying to decide if it would be an act of moral turpitude to order pizza for dinner. On the one hand, I’m all alone at home so I should get to eat something yummy. On the other, it’s a lot cheaper to eat the leftover tuna noodle casserole. No doubt what I really should do is go for a walk, and by the time I come back I’ll be too hungry to wait on pizza. And maybe I’ll be more enthusiastic about the prospect of working on HoS, which I was all fired up to work on this morning, but wretched day job has sucked my will to live. Or write, anyway. Too many hours at the computer already. Bah.