The Four Mosquitoes of the Apocalypse

Terrible things happened to me on this most inauspicious of days.

The set of highway construction plans I'm working on doesn't seem to contain any horizontal alignment data. The plans spell out precisely where each point of curvature and point of tangency is; but nowhere can I find the delta, degree, tangent or length of these curves; and on several of them it doesn't even bother mentioning the new baseline bearing after the point of tangency. I'm thinking of tracking down the P.E. whose seal appears on the plans and giving him a good whap upside the head. The engineering firm who drew up these plans is a subsidiary of Halliburton, incidentally; and if Dick Cheney isn't the Antichrist, I'd like to know who is.

Also, today I discovered that my coworker doesn't have enough magnetic "P"s for me to spell out "We put the 'Pro' in 'Inappropriate'" on his cabinet.

And finally, while I was sitting by the creek this evening, listening to the iPod with my knees hugged up to my chest, several mosquitoes bit me in places I cannot scratch in polite company.

So how was your day?