*cough* *splutter* *grumble*

I woke up feeling very rough indeed this morning, so I called in sick. I was actually disappointed that my boss wasn't around when I called, as I don't think he'll be so impressed with the message secondhand as he would have been if he'd heard my Voice of Doom. I sounded rather like the bastard child of Carl McCoy and a paper shredder for about an hour after I got up. Nice.

( Of cars and user interfaces, Yarises and things )