Another New Job

I know better than to try and write a coherent post on BSD, so I'm not even going to try. Let's just state that Madame Shiraz came to visit at our house tonight and I'm not in the highest state of soberness. In fact, I think I'm going to go crash in about...oh, two minutes.

I have a lot to tell you all about, but let me leave you hanging in suspense with these four words:

I. Got. Another. Job.

Yet another four words:

I. Bought. New. Clothes.

I'll explain more tomorrow when the fog clears.

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