Today I had the pleasure of walking into work and being bombarded with fifteen-thousand things to do. In the process of doing those things, I discovered that a major assumption I had made, back in the day, is horribly, horribly wrong.

Not the news I really wanted to hear on the first day that confirmed I am slowly becoming more sick. (Oddly, I’m still not all that sick; today featured a slightly more drippy nose, and me being spacey and detached.)

Tomorrow, assuming I still have a head, I get to start fixing things. Again. The good news is that this means I GP up!; the bad news is that it’s becoming increasingly clear to me that this program is going to fall apart when I stop maintaining it (even if that assumption I made had been good). While my individual functions are generally clean and comprehendable, their amalgamation starts turning into a pretty complex beast. Add on top of that hospital files that spontaneously change format, and my coworkers—who mean well but tend to explain things in ways that send you off in the wrong direction—and I’m not betting on whoever tries to maintain things after I leave.

I am tired of my work, too. That doesn’t help.

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Enough about that, though. For a dose of childlike wonder, have a look at this flickr library of Lego Video Games. I’m proud/sad to say that I recognized every game but Katamari Damacy from the tiny preview pictures. (There actually aren’t that many games, so it’s not that hard.)

Think you’ve got what it takes to tie me?