A Better Today

Though blood shot eyes and weary fingers, I typed my goodnight. Several design mistakes and several more hours of damage control took it’s toll on me. I crawled in bed. Defeated. Hoping tomorrow would be better.

Now that I’m awake, I can tell it won’t be better.

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