For one, my old car, the red Beretta, still runs! This morning, after months of neglect, I started it up, drove around the apartment complex, and re-parked it. Maybe I should sell it for a paltry sum of money, and throw that on my credit card.
Work is odd. In all but official title, I am now a full time developer, and not a tester. So that's good. I write code on a daily basis, and my life is now far more interesting. I'd like to get the stamp of approval, but I'll make do with what they give me,
In other news, I've ingested far more rice than is good for a person over the past weeks. But damn it all, you gotta give props to Basmati!
The apartment is clean, by the by, in anticipation of Tami and Brian's arrival. And they'd better get here soon, because they're crampin' my Friday night style! It's nearly Eleven o'clock, and I'm alone in my depressingly clean apartment.
Also, I'm way overdue for a haircut... Next paycheck, I guess.
That's it. Nothing clever to say. Sorry.