Fixing really esoteric and deeply buried, almost impossible bugs, the sorts of things that achieve near mythic proportions for their extreme rarity and ability to induce mass perplexion, is a rare and delicious treat. It brings such a sense of delicious righteousness once the cause of such an elegant problem is understood, and having been grokked, is crushed mercilessly out of existence.
However, it sucks when it keeps you in the office until nine o'clock.
But, besides making an eminently reheatable pizza, my adorably wonderful wife bought mini oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, which were utterly transcendent and perfectly paired with the Left Hand Imperial Stout that I'd had waiting in the fridge for me. Hooray, cookies and beer, I earned you today!
- Mood: whupped
- Music: The Pastels - "Nothing To Be Done"