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I just realized that rushing out and back for my coffee at 11:30 was dumb, because now it’s only noon and I’m back at my desk and I ate my fake-turkey-masquerading-as-bologna sammich, and I’ve got nothing to do but wonder if Michael’s gonna be back soon to fixed that stored procedure so that I can officially be done with my bug reports. He left here crabby over an hour ago, perhaps sensing that Micci and I were messaging about him behind his back, discussing the state of the aforementioned crabbiness. This was after I decided to hack a giant hole in the wall next to my desk to provide better ventilation, but before we made plans to hang an enormous chandelier in the office. We are a barrel of fucking monkeys, we are. [This phrase conjures bad, bad memories of my cokehead boss who used to refer to us as ‘cheeky monkeys’. Shudder. Also, rereading that, I realize that you may have deduced that the monkeys are fucking, when they are not. It is merely a poorly-chosen expletive, and I like it.] So, hmm. What’s going on? It’s a lot of the usual, I guess. My martial arts class rocks. I have this fear that I’m not very good at it, and it’s just like me to think that, considering last night was only the third class. But it’s all the stuff I’m no good at, like patience and focus and coordination and balance. The balance is not my fault, but the rest is. I’m working on it. Still, going there makes me feel really great, and I get to punch things and yell and one of these days I’ll even learn to fight with a sword, and break your fingers whenever I feel like it. Beware. I’m walkin’ like crazy, and I’m planning on another 10-miler this weekend. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before, but I’m really lucky to live right near the Minneapolis chain of lakes, and walking there never gets old; they’re beautiful, and there’s no end of good people-watching. Like last night at Calhoun, seeing two drunk fisherman almost come to blows over whether one of them was named ‘Frankie’ or not. The other guy wanted to call him ‘Charlie’. Also, the fundraising is going well, considering that so far my efforts have been limited to occasional pestering and a garage sale. I’m at almost the halfway point. $2,000 is a lot of money if you’re trying to raise it using only legal means. So, I’ve been feeling like a new web project lately, which is funny since I sit here all day writing code, and I have some freelance work to do, and I should also get around to thesexiestmanalive.info one of these days. But, no! There’s always something new to do. I had an idea for a site, but then, like many of my ideas, I suspected it might be really crappy, so I wrote it down and will peer at it again in a few weeks to reevaluate its worth. But then Scotty got me thinking about my portfolio again, and dude! I designed it. I didn’t write it yet, but the coding is the easy part. Let me just say that nobody will ever be giving me cash for my design work. OK. All of a sudden my head is spinning and I feel like I should go to the gym. It’s no thought, all action. Sorry this is dumb. It happens sometimes. Really!Jenni