Shit. Fuck. Shit, shit, shit!

No, that’s not my agenda with the Mudpuppy tonight. It’s my disgust with the e-mail server at work. The fucking thing decided to take a nose-dive today at 4:30pm. I call Microsoft for support since it’s REALLY fucked up bad, and they tell me that it will be a long repair process; one which I need to watch like a hawk (translation: have to be at the office for). Looks like I’ll be out of here around 3:00am or 4:00am. Shit.