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2:56 amYour Empire...is on fire.
"Drift into a chocolatey daydream...", says my can of instant coffee. I have no coffeemaker and I must stay alert. I don't want to drift into any flavor of daydream! I want to be immolated in a chocolatey cataclysm (with caffiene). (slurp) Unh. That was still pretty hot. Well, flavor has just become irrelevant for a few days. I guess I can go eat at Godfather's again.
Blech. This coffee isn't working. It's not awful enough to keep me wakeful, and it's not tasty. It's like cheap hot cocoa. The only thing keeping me awake right now is Tragedy >For You< over and over and over. I could use a shower right now. I just wrote a bunch of matrix multiply routines the long, unrolled way. I can't really imagine, right now, how I would do them in assembly.