Poor little bleary eyes. Poor little bleary brain. The complexities of e-commerce, extreme customization, and internationalization and localization hammer both within and without my skull. I sit quietly in the semi-dark and will relaxation upon myself. It's not working, so I decided to write in my blog.

Why do the Noodle Box people have to suck so much? I placed an order for a few friends who are coming over tonight to discuss BM logistics for this year, and the female who grudgingly took my order was, quite frankly, a bitch. I think it's relatively rare for me to make such a value judgement on a person, but there you go. I think this is to be my last experience with that restaurant; too bad that has gone this way - I liked the little roadside stand and waiting 5 minutes behind the couple in front. The move to a real storefront seems to have brought slow and surly staff, nothing like the originals who were fun and friendly. If Sheena hadn't had a gift certificate, I may very well have hung up without ordering.

Whoa </rant> Does that feel better? Not really.

I feel like a whole thwack of false starts recently. Pent-up energy that goes nowhere. Ideas and desire to get on with the myriad of projects that are piling up, yet total inertia to get going.

I feel like chicken tonight.