Another day of existential ennui. Maybe instead of trying to get some SWIG code going, I'll spend tomorrow reading Sartre and brooding gloomily. Or maybe Machiavelli. That way, one of the Masters After God might spot me thumbing through The Prince and promote me to management on the spot.
In other news, The Boy was mentioned in the weekend's dispatches. Positively shocking.
In other news, The Boy was mentioned in the weekend's dispatches. Positively shocking.