As if I wasn’t busy enough.

What was I thinking? I should never have started. Next thing I know, I couldn’t back out, and I couldn’t not finish before I left for Kuala Lumpur. I wonder if this is my subconscious’ way of dealing with my oft-explained fear of flying? (If so, I wonder if HawaiiStories was a wonderful neurotic fluke as well?)

Ah well. It’s done now. And it looks and works great (especially compared to this), even if I do say so myself.

Now, I’m going to bed.