john ramey

Saturday night, the lights were out, and I was feeling my around the bed as I do every night. Something had changed just enough to throw off my plans. Our bedside stool that was not in its normal position, impeding my path; rather than going around it, I could not see it, and I attempted to plow through it.
In the process, I injured my toe — how much I do not know. I hate going to the doctor, and as much as my wife has encouraged me to do so, I have yet to do it.
Look at it, and tell me if I should go.

I have no idea why I am doing this because the last time I tried to go through with this, the lame programming references just got old. I deleted all of my posts except for one, and I’ve moved on and am no longer aspiring to be a code monkey. On August 16th, I will finally graduate with my B.S. in Mathematics from Baylor University, which will lead to my next venture – being a graduate student. Masochist? Probably. However, those cute little initials after my name when it’s all over might impress…the ladies. But there can be only one lady in my life. Her name is iPhone.

Yes, yes. Megan has come to terms with this, and she is willing to bear the bigamy for a bit. I cannot put this new toy down. Everything from Exchange support to a new way of interfacing with an iPod to my PhoneSaber app. This thing is just so shiny.