Going to hell

For the longest time I've made this claim. I'm quite sure I cemented this tonight. I always considered myself a person of strong moral fiber. And so the story begins.

Drinks consumed. You need a ride home.
Feeling good, both of us
We drive away.
Your lust so obvious,
Your touch prevails.
Outside your house, your will so strong.
I fake innocence,
I pretend to fight temptation in vain.
You claim drink as my weakness.
I let you continue.
Release.
Your husband does not know.
Now we have work in the morning.
What does tomorrow hold?

FINALLY!

A sigh of relief as I write the last few lines of code for the Flash app I'm working on at work. I couldn't believe it would finally be done. These last 2 weeks have been hell. Somehow we allow the design department to dictate functionality by simply drawing shit on a canvas in Photoshop. After arguing a few points and somebody noticing that we would NEVER get done if the design department kept making changes, I was allowed to move forward with most of the original ideas and a few added ones. somewhere in the vicinity of November 15 I'll be posting a link to the finished product. Now I'll be able to work on other stuff that demands my attention...the cycle never ends.