If you don’t believe in either zeroes or centuries, it’s 2222!

Early-morning company all-hands meeting was kind of fuzzy, but once again it failed to be an announcement that databases are impossible and we’re all fired, so I’m not complaining.

Read: We Were The Lanaktallan Of The Atomic Hooves – A Memoir (Ralts Bloodthorne): Heroic tanker on one side of the three-sided conflict does his best to protect

Words: 995. I think that’s actually a good stopping place for the project I’ve been revising, so I just need to revise the new stuff I wrote, and then maybe I can show it to people. Then I’ll have to leave the writing channel on the slack forever.