-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
I actually got a decent amount of sleep last night. After the three-day-migraine-from-hell, I died around 2030, and didn't wake up until 0900. It was quite awesome. I wrote some code until Adam called around 1100 asking if I wanted to get some food at the Diner in a bit. Met up with him, Sophy, and Andrew and had some rather mediocre lunch.
Wandered into work, talked briefly with my boss, coded some more, closed some tickets.
They let everyone out of here at 1400, but without the phone ringing, I can actually accomplish things. Yay for focus.