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The project databases were judged a tie. Largely due to our side not having test scripts. Grrr. Space Monkey made me lose out on the crushing of my enemies!

But, they're awarding the prizes to both sides.

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I started writing a couple of poems tonight, one a self-parody of usual melodramatic, self-pitying verse. The other, sort of a play on the classical poetic style.

The first verse of each:

I eat the stale Cheez-Its of my soul
I drink the bitter bile of my love
For the Cheez-Its, my skull's the bowl.
I suck the bile from a feathered dove.

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I soar no more with metaphor
Nor smile at simile
My audience finds that a bore
Like a sailing ship on smoothest sea

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Almost asked Kimberly out tonight. Hrm.