It's so late even Darien isn't in chat any more and I just found out one huge advantage of working from home: it's a lot easier to get from the computer to the bedroom, even when you're so tired you walk into walls on the way, and only have five seconds left before you're going to collapse in a heap on the hallway floor and fall asleep right there.

I just spent nine hours hand-coding a huge bunch of HTML pages and I don't even *know* HTML, which is why it took nine hours. (I know a lot more about it than I did this morning, though.) Just don't even ask what happened to make this necessary. It's supposedly the weekend, and I spent the whole morning doing an air patrol, and I have to get up early tomorrow for an outboard motor mechanic's course.

The reason I'm writing this is that something insanely funny just occurred to me. When I was 15, the careers guidance counsellor at my school told me I would probably be best suited to working in a library. She said it was a nice job for someone who was quiet and liked reading and wasn't very suited to an exciting or demanding career. She didn't think I should go on to university, either, and said that unless I wanted to be a teacher I would find no use for my proposed degree in English literature.

Brunnen-"I guess the only point of this is, nyah nyah nyah. And that I'm way too tired"G