It was a bad day. A lot of bad stuff happened. And I'd love to forget it all. But I don't. Not ever. Because this is what I do. Every time, every day, every second, this: On five, we're bringing down the government.

Friday, July 24


Sigh Of Relief

For the first time in two weeks I'm not insane.

Trying desperately to fix the failed RAID array (ugh) then finalise the server migration before they turned the old servers off (just made it), shore up the defences of Munuvia against a rising sea of spam (new filter in place), and clean house and tear out some fairly impressive weeds before a maintenance inspection (almost made it, then at the last minute my vacuum cleaner died, leaving my floors looking less than spotless sad ).

Of course, I also accidentally corrupted some of the tables on the replica database at my day job yesterday, leading to a 3:30AM support call today and some hasty creative thinking on how to repair 100GB of scrambled data.  But I even solved that one, mostly.

This weekend, to celebrate, I plan to sleep for 36 hours.

Update: Yeah, right.

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