Melançon Enterprises • a multidivision multinational since 1980

Mother will be BCCd on all Agaric e-mails until she promises not ever again to ask about something she will make no effort to understand.

"How is work going?"

"Badly."

"Why?"

If I had a gun, I would shoot one of us.

Because this module didn't work? And that module didn't work? And the CSS wouldn't display right? And I spent too long trying to find a registrar and I'm going to have to pay the bastards I'm with one more year for at least three domain names because they just aren't transferring? Because two days ago I spent three hours expounding on some political principal when I really shouldn't have spent that time? Because transferring content takes an ungodly amount of time that's never expected? Because a thousand and one things I don't even remembered have added up to be this second of this day of this month and I'm behind on what should be done?

Every answer is inevitably incomplete, useless, stupid or incomprehensible, and not one can possibly result in useful feedback or actions from anyone who doesn't want to start doing web development.

When I stop working for one minute, I want to actually stop working, damn it.

[E-mailed this to Mom, essentially as is. Look what good a journal's doing me for communication!]