Fuck.
Idiots at work doing things they're not supposed to, created a panic, and we shipped bad parts to a customer. In reponsse to the fuck-up, I was required to stay late to do some investigative measurements. Didn't get home until 9:30p, so now I'm eating dinner (since I had lunch just after noon) and being irritated that I'm not going to get a run in tonight. I mean, I could, but running on a full stomach sucks.
Had my psych appt tonight.
...
I started writing about it, had a full paragraph written, but I just don't have the mental energy for it right now, so I deleted it. Maybe I'll try to write about it tomorrow.
On a different topic, I need to buy a fucking bed. My neck/shoulder issue just isn't going away, and I'm guessing that sleeping on a futon for the last 13? years might have something to do with it.
11:00 p.m. - 2013-08-21
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