qliphoth

So it's 8:12 in the morning, and I've got to get going to the customer again. At this time tomorrow, I'll be on an airplane, somewhere between Morocco and France, where I have a 4 hour lay-over before heading on to Sweden. I can imagine better airports to wait in than Charles de Gaulle; it's the most depressing airport I know, and keeps reminding me of the movie Brazil for some reason.

Oh well, time to get moving!