I wish people at work would stop screwing with my stuff. It’s not that I don’t want them touching my stuff. It’s that I don’t like it when I get home after a 30 minute walk home to find that the children at work couldn’t leave my webcam alone. They attempted to “hide” it so in the morning it would take pictures of my ass. Did they NOT realize it’s a webcam? It posts pictures to the web. I check my website like a person with a mild case of turrets.

I finished Neuromancer. Excellent, excellent book. My replacement 60gig drive showed up earlier this week. I removed WinXP from my system. I was still able to rip CDs to mp3s in WinXP. This weekend Courtney and I are heading to Rico’s cabin. It’s going to be some much needed 100% relaxation time with booze. I need it.