As I likely won’t post tomorrow, Happy Independence Day! Now, go sock an Englishman in the face, then give him a big slobbery smooch for being the weenies that they are and finally giving up hope of ever conquering a people such as we. They’re obviously still sore at us, a friend overheard an Englishman tell his son to, “Quit dragging your feet, you’re not an American!” Hit ’em twice for me.
That being said, if anyone’s the praying sort say a prayer for me today. The day has started out roughly and promises to go straight to hell in short order. This is one of those days where the task I am faced with could take an hour or could turn into an infinitely long battle of wills between me and poorly written software. All things considered I will be in dire need of a drink tonight.