Now, at the narrowing end of the day, my legs are throbbing and my eyes are heavy, my brain is slowing time down with its own gravitational pull, and my throat is tight like guitar strings. It doesn't bode well for the 7am start tomorrow.
How much is a gazillion? It's bigger than a trillion isn't it? It must be ten zillions? And a zillion is ten trillions? That makes a gazillion, 100 trillion. 100 million billion.
Have a little whistle if you like. I bet there aren't that many open documentation issues in the known world! I feel I might have used a hyperbolic power of ten there that was vastly inaccurate and doesn't really exist except for the comedic purposes of exaggeration. I should really know this stuff from my physics days. What I really meant to say was six.
But they're six not very nice issues - they're complicated and horrible, and to do with a product I don't understand. I wished I was at home, writing a jazz arrangement of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, which would have required a lot less stress.
Deep breath, Mubbsy. Four days to go.
Feels like about a gazillion.
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