C’est si fin!


134 pages.

11 MB of data in Word.

Three days.

I think my life can go begin again.

Oh, shit. I have to go to work now. Boeing waits for no man, and “Geof has finals this week” is a piss-poor excuse on this contract.

If you normally harrass me during the workday, please do so now. I’m about to head across Sparkman to TBE and get this in the can over there, but I could use the distraction.


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