Misplaced

I gasped.

The first few lines words are enough to wake up my still half-asleep consciousness. It was still drifting freely in open air.

I went home this morning at 5:30am, because I had to provide support for the project; we had to meet our deadlines. Our deadlines. How I love the involvement (no sarcasm here).

As soon as I can get my hands on the computer, I first read mails. Click click. Read through some, skip through most. Mark as read.

Hi,

Just a gentle reminder...

And then it hit me. I did something wrong. I misplaced a patch file.