My fear of the childhood favourite that is Pizza-Hut was confirmed the other day when I got brutal food poisoning and wasn't permitted to sleep on the one night when it really counted.
Suffice to say the quote "That one blowed up real good!" should illustrate my night with more detail that I should probably supply.
As I've mentioned before, I'm pulling double-duty on the programming scene currently and it leaves my brain a little worse for wear, not leaving me much to write about. This also makes it so that I don't get many nights out, which in turn makes posts like: "I sat at home and cranked out 600 lines of code." Pretty mundane.
But I'll be drinking up a storm come this Friday, so maybe there'll be good stories to tell. Yes... with me it's always promises promises promises and never any delivery. Least I still got my lucky shirt.
Suffice to say the quote "That one blowed up real good!" should illustrate my night with more detail that I should probably supply.
As I've mentioned before, I'm pulling double-duty on the programming scene currently and it leaves my brain a little worse for wear, not leaving me much to write about. This also makes it so that I don't get many nights out, which in turn makes posts like: "I sat at home and cranked out 600 lines of code." Pretty mundane.
But I'll be drinking up a storm come this Friday, so maybe there'll be good stories to tell. Yes... with me it's always promises promises promises and never any delivery. Least I still got my lucky shirt.