Hi! I'm a tech guy, skeptic, feminist, gamer and atheist, and love OSS and science of all stripes. I enjoy a good bit of whargarbl now and again, and will occasionally even seek it out. I am also apparently responsible for the death of common sense on the internet. My bad.
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So how do you really feel?
I don’t think this counts as an emotion, but “tired” sticks out in my mind pretty vividly. I’ve since slept a lot, though being on wholly opposite sleep patterns to Jodi kind of sucks. I’m hoping to drink myself sleepy right now, with the remains of the margarita mix from the weekend, so that I can at least be conscious when Jodi’s home tomorrow night.
I’m taking tomorrow off as a lieu day for my having spent roughly 16 consecutive hours at work yesterday, from 9:30pm Sunday through until 2pm Monday, and the drinks were already purchased and the margarita mix already made and thus can’t be unmade for other stuff, so I don’t feel any qualms about drinking my face off tonight.