Finals start Monday at 08:00, folks. Bleh. Anyway, this is stolen from Jenn’s blog because I’m tired of pipelines and optimizations and cache. HAVE YOU EVER: () smoked a cigarette () smoked a cigar ( x) made out with a member of the same sex (made out, touched tongues, whatever) () crashed a friend’s car () stolen a car (x) been in love () been dumped () shoplifted () been fired (x) been in a fist fight (x) snuck out of your parent’s house (x) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back () been arrested (x) made out with someone () gone on a blind date (x) had…

I haven’t integrated the gallery, and please ignore the PHP errors, but here are the pictures from the banquet.

Saturday morning, I roused myself out of bed at a decently early hour and drove Luke, Dr. 7, and myself out to Louisville to see the horses race at Churchill Downs. I didn’t take my camera, alas, or I’d have a slew of awesome photos. The weather vascillated between pouring, sprinkling, and sun shiny, but it all worked out pretty well. The horses were awesome (although small and veiny [in the sense of veins-against-skin]) and the company was good. Except the company was awkward. Well, I felt awkward. I hadn’t hung around Luke and Dr. 7 for a couple of weeks, and the dynamics are a little different now, as…

My cold is back in force as of late last night, although it had been abating. I don’t know if it’s fatigue and stress (PLC remains a taboo subject for discussion) or if this shit is mutating as I pass it back and forth with WO. Today we print the last issue of the paper for the year, and we’re going 12 pages instead of our usual 8. This Friday, a big chunk of a PLC project is due (closure is nice, but closures can go away). Saturday I’ll be at the horse races in Louisville. Sunday is the Thorn banquet. Very, very soon, I am just going to stop…