Brutal, brutal weekend. Just crap. It was a perfect storm of big revisions for big jobs, all due to be presented to the respective clients today. I couldn't take Adrianna to her classmate's birthday party and, yes, Jamie had to work on his anniversary. Still, I can't whine too much. Randy "The Last Lecture" Pausch died Friday, and if he didn't think inoperable cancer was worth complaining about, I can hardly moan about how hard it is to imagine stuff for a living.
P.S. Is it evil that I found this quite amusing? Probably.
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