I called in sick to work. I hate calling in sick. I like work!
Weird, huh?
I have been getting the sads again lately. This is something that almost never happens at work. I want to go to work.
But: mucous.
In completely unrelated news, I wrote a program that creates "poetry" with random substitution. It has several settings, including "angsty" and "erotic". Then I made it a twitter account, to post to, once a day:
http://twitter.com/#!/Poetron4000 I am waiting to see which of the following happens first:
people stop following
I get bored
Anyways, that's your spam for today, people.