Once again I post from the bowels of my office. It almost never fails: If I'm in a good mood, I can come here and cure the problem. The displeasure of my existence here continues to increase, even after a thorn departed some days ago, unlikely to return. The work goes on. The politics go on. It matters not and it ends not. So why go on, I am forced to ask myself? If everything ahead is naught but toil and trouble, why continue to live and breathe? The answer is likely apathetic habit. The real answer is (hopefully) that hope has not yet died. I still have hope that I will find joy here; find a niche to which I am suited and which suits me. Time will tell and perhaps determination on my part. (We are nothing if not persistent.)

In other news, I have finally managed to finish the Orc missions of Warcraft III (Yeah, whoop-de-do.) and a server I have been trying to find time to build for the last couple of months is finally up and running. Now it just needs to be configured. :p

As a parting thought for this evening, may you get what you want and may it not disappoint you overmuch.