It's 11.45pm.. I've been on this phone call since 9.30pm.. I left work at 7pm.. I am fucking tired of this. My glimmer of hope for hitting the bar before close with a happy move was dashed to pieces with the announcement TeamfoundationServer is down.

I knew them putting me on mute was a bad thing. They must have been shitting themselves.

I think the CIO Rich just checked in. Pena did.. he sounded angry.

My new game is to see how many of the fourteen miller lights I can drink before I am needed to verify anything... and when I am required to verify how drunk I will be.

There's always that captain and bottle of coke I have.. this could be amusing. I might turn off mute and become belligerent. The night is young.