"WHOEVER DID THIS IS A COMPLETELY MORONIC IMBEC— ... oh yeah, I forgot."

Back at work; it's much as I'd imagined. Various things haven't been fixed, my boss has made a well-meaning hash of the backups, the users are m0r0ns. (What to do to people who teach Sun users that Stop-A exists? Something creative, to be sure. The trouble ticket was filled out appropriately, and the user recharged with fear of God.) SNAFU so far.

I have a metric shitload of paperwork to arrange for ladylilith's visa. At least I have a printer here. And I have to get money to her. It looks like sending cash registered and insured is actually the least worst way.

Mostly not dead at the moment. PUMPED FULL OF DRUGS!!!1! Deathboy this evening, in spirit and almost in body. With camera. Feel free to bring me spare batteries - four AA cells, alkaline or NiMH please. (A girl can dream. I'm seriously tempted to rig up something involving a six-volt gel cell or similar. Anyone ever tried this?)