The Book of Crispy

Shivers 8:01PM

I am tired and hungry. It's 2am and it's snowing outside. The weather report says it "feels like" -8 degrees. At least I'm warm in here. I've managed to cripple the production server for Cravath by trying to delete 63 million rows from a table I accidentally created. Yesterday I broke Proskauer's iManage database for 2 hours. In that time they created 216 documents, that I may have to do remediation on. If they managed that pace for 8 hours, then 1700 documents are being typed by secretaries each day.

Yes, tired and hungry. I might have to go back to New York next week to get closer to the fires. Right now i can only see the smoke on the horizon. I need to singe my eyebrows to put out the flames.

Now the flames are in my mouth. I found my dinner leftovers - indian fire.

I've bought a flight back to London - 30 November. Now it looks like that flight is at risk of being missed. If I miss that, I miss Neil's leaving party though. Hmm.