Got home a few hours ago. 109 new work e-mails. Got through all of them. Why give them a free hour or two of my life? So I don't have to wade through 100+ old e-mails while I'm getting new e-mails. Some other jackass was working on the weekend and wrote right back, but the rest won't respond 'til tomorrow, at the earliest.
The shore was wonderful, as the shore often is. I drank some stupid amount of alcohol and ate some even stupider amount of food. So much for the 10 lbs. I'd lost before I went down there. Oh well.
I could write some more things about stuff and junk, but I'm actually tired of looking at the computer. And it only took twelve years.