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...and we don't talk about it. Now I know how it feels to be Mil. I've had a lousy 12 hour workday (I thought I'd put those behind me) and I suspect there's another one coming to get me tomorrow, too. I shall spare the details of my work-related technological frustrations from this entry and save them up, compressing them into a bitter little black ball of rage deep within the pit of ichor where my heart used to reside. When the time is right I shall unleash a blinding, fiery ball of hatred and fury that shall spare the righteous and scald the wicked until they repent and put down any nuance of technology they might be manhandling at the moment.

Or maybe I'll just have a beer.