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As in both the Bjorn Lynne album, and the track by Air.

I realized that I blame myself for things beyond my control all the time. Like this morning at work, I was doing something and ended up taking down about half of our services (because I did something on the advice of someone else, but no one could have predicted that it would kill so many things) and even though I knew that it wasn’t my fault, I still felt like apologizing. My boss (who’s probably the greatest manager in the world) could tell without even asking, he just said as I left his office “Victor, it’s not your fault.”

Ehh, why not, let’s plug the new Maptuit 1.2.

…I could leap inside your bowl, and eat you up whole.

I wish I could learn Japanese, just so I could read Japanese Newton pages.

fuckin’ a:

• The guy next to me insists on keeping the window open, so we can hear the din from the air conditioners on teh roof.
• The security system guys are still working. They installed the new security pad, right next to my desk, but didn’t program it. This causes it to emit an 85dB beep every 10 seconds. I found the guy and asked him to fix it, so he came and took the pad out.
• Hey, at least my monitor has stoped shaking randomly.

• The bus smelled like paint thinner. I got a headache.
• I forgot my lunch in the fridge, so I had to buy.
• Other things, I’ve forgotten them, but there were other things.

…the output tray on the laser printer has overflowed all over the floor, and no one has picked it up.