I had a great entry planned, and I completely forgot what it was. All I can really remember is boyfriend’s comment about how my breasts nearly caused a traffic accident. Apparently, “they’re like magnets.” I had no idea about this. It’s nice I have someone around me to inform me of the hazards I cause. I should wear a warning sticker on my shirt.

Caution: May cause disorientation. Do not view while operating heavy machinery.

Yes, nothing bad could come from that. It’s a flawless plan.

In other news, if I see one more config file, I think I might just curl up in a ball and die. Conversely, I started editing some flash files for a client and after a minor freak out, (“Oh my god, I can’t do this. Why did I agree to this? What are we going to tell the client? I’m a complete failure as a human being. Why did I even think I could do freelance work? I hate flash!”), I made all the changes, fixed some issues in the Action Script, and the only thing holding me back from complete success and awesomeness is a missing font.

Any former PR coworkers reading this will laugh. Laugh it up, jerks. At least I only have to deal with missing fonts when I do freelance, so there. Nyah.

Vacation, where are you?

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