I used to write in college ruled notebooks, but for some reason working on an appealingly proportioned rectangle of green paper just really takes the cap off my ball-point pen. See, this weblog fills the role of a letter to friends and family, except without all the effort and personal touches, while the private stuff at home is for entertainment purposes only - not intended for penetration. Except that I think about it steadily, and it's really entertaining. Sort of an archaeological voyeurism. Things are calm.
Work is hectic.
I still enjoy it sometimes, when I remind myself to. Reminding myself involves remembering what my other options are, and remembering that this is medical software, and keeping a grip on a huge fucking project. I'm very afraid of becoming a lifer. My corpspeak impression isn't a joke anymore. Jody and I have started getting along again.