the long weeks continue to utterly exhaust me. In this case, I pretty much crashed the second I laid down.

I find it cute how people expect me to react when they tell me they're going to go somewhere else, like it's my fault [thing] went wrong. Previously I used to even say "well hey, good luck" or something along those lines. But when someone gets all uppity and pissy because you ask them politely to move to where people line up, well, <i>you kinda stop caring altogether.</i>

Bonus points for "I'm a nurse". Good for you, then you should understand more!

Firefox keeps crashing on my Pi. Why. It's segfaulting