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Standby for craziness. I *just* got home from work. Fuck that. It's Friday. The only redeeming factor is that my life here isn't worth much these days without Erin Lynn. I'm hungry and tired and have a ton of things to do before my early flight in the morning. How craptastic is that? I can't wait to see her. How can the space time continuum get so whacked out by emotion that 4 days seems like 3 years? Éclair is at the sitters. I have somehow managed to throw my landlords a piece of raw meat to appease them for a while regarding the house issue. The untidiness of my home office only reaffirms that I am useless these days when I get home from work. I would kill for a massage. Seriously. I can't remember the last time I received a massage and my muscles are like little knots in a basket. I seriously dislike Micro$oft Windows and seriously love Linux. I have tried every possible way to avoid using Windows in the office because of it's inefficiency in the capacity of my use. Today was the last straw. I work through my frustration with my work computer in waves. Tolerance to intolerance over time. I am at the peak of the sinusoid of intolerance. Here is the sequence of events as I recall through bloodshot eyes: Clayton goes to work. Clayton's computer experiences BSOD in the middle of an important packet capture that costs him hours of troubleshooting time (for the uninformed, BSOD is near the heart of all Windows users... Blue Screen of Death). Clayton curses a lot. Clayton reboots into his Linux partition and everything works flawlessly. Clayton needs to use corporate resources that are under the influence of the Dark Side. Clayton embraces VMWare once more and runs Windows XP Professional in a tiny window on his robust Linux desktop. Clayton shoots "the bird" at the tiny XP window on his desktop. Clayton thanks God for Linux. The End. At least I'm home.