The Pizza of Impending Doom kind of lacked any real punch this time, since we got rolled over to another project starting the next day. Boring project, but lots of hours, which is still kind of weird these days. Hard to get more than a 40-hour week anymore. Anyway, this is the project my buddy emailed me about. When he found out I would be coming over on Tuesday, he let me know that I could look forward to a dude who is constantly IM'ing and a loud sleeper in addtion to internet chess boy.
Sure enough, the IM'er is at it, with great vigor and much enthusiasm. He types like the keyboard is the chick who stood him up for prom. Plus I've seen him before -- his nickname is "Plugs." Think about it.
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