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So here I find myself: In front of my laptop at 10:45pm on a rainy night. Eating hippie-crunchie-organic waffles with fake maple syrup. Drunk.

Inebriated. Buzzed.

Oh yeah, I’ve sacrificed great gourds at the shrine of Bacchus. I’ve spliced the main brace, wet my whistle, cracked a bottle. In short, I’m slightly shit-faced.

But I have an excuse. And it’s a good one.

You see, I’ve been forced to digest the undigestable. I’m writing code. Me, the software architect of little renown. I’ve been forced to spin fine constructs of caffeine-crazed code that traverse the unplumbed depths of that abomination known as extensible markup language.

That’s XML for you members of the great unwashed horde.

And naturally after a long, hard day at the office (OK, I worked from home today. But I worked. That’s something, right?) I felt the need to imbibe in a tipple or two, so that meant opening a bottle of wine. Tempus Two Vine Vale Shiraz of a 2005 vintage to be precise. And one glass led to a second.

And a third.

And then I got the munchies.

So that’s how I find myself in front of my laptop at 10:45pm on a rainy night. Eating hippie-crunchie-organic waffles with fake maple syrup.

Drunk.