I’m hot and tired and I really want a drink. It’s the worst urge I’ve had in recent memory and you will not believe what started it.

My sister has the html skills and installed a new template for Clean. She finished up this morning. I’m nervous about looking at Clean on my work computer, so I wanted to wait until I got home. I was on the subway coming home and looking forward to seeing the new template. Then, without skipping a beat, I thought: “I should stop on the way home and get some nice beer to celebrate.” For a sweet second I imagined myself stretched on the couch, warm heavy laptop across my thighs, Simpsons on the TV, cold sweaty beer bottle in my hand. Then I remembered. It was a grievous moment.

I came home. I did some dishes and ate some food. I feel better but I’m still pissed off. I want to say it isn’t fair but it is really so, so fair. Dammit.

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