I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE!

Well, I should have answered my phone, but I'm not on a support team anymore! I'm off those chains! Also, I didn't fix anything, just got product support on the line.

But I was asleep, and my ringer goes quiet, and if it doesn't ring three times, I don't get out of bed. Call me a craven insomniac, but...I am.

Yeah, this is not sounding like your Best Day At Work Ever. Fingers crossed it all gets sorted out.

Puppies having puppies!

Well, everyone has established that I don't have to wake up to answer my phone anymore, so at least tacitly I am not part of the huge delay. But, seriously, if you think my stuff was related, it means you continue to not understand what I do, even after you were supposed to pick up the responsibility yourself.

They blew 90 minutes waiting on me, but they blew way more time with the support people fucking them over, so I'm trivial, relatively.

Last night was awful sleep, though. Had to elevate leg extra high and homie don't bend like that.

ita, I am having patties and Ting for lunch today. Jamaican food truck outside my office, whoo!

LIFE IS NO FAIR. It's fucking lunchtime.

Zenyatta's second son has been weaned. He is the good looking chestnut.

I got all today's remaining meetings moved! Now I'm going to take lunch, which will consist of 45 minutes or so of lying back comfortably with the foot elevated. My back is jacked.

So "Under the Dome" is a trip. No one is acting like I thought they might under similar circumstances.

They have no idea how long they are going to be under this thing. No medicine is left. What do you do?

They need to start putting together gardens and shit. Figuring out how to use what animals they have left. Get out pens and paper and figure how long resources might last.

I've missed a bunch of episodes, although I did see the one where the tornado-looking cloud was swirling. How are they getting weather inside that thing? Or is better not to ask?