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I've been working on this damned memory leak for three calendar days now. I won't say that I think I know where it is now, because every time I think that, it turns out not to be true. I will say that it's making me very sad. I don't think I've ever spent so much time fixing some little programming mistake that my past self has made somewhere. Sigh.

It is good to take a break after a few hours of this, though I kind of have to force myself. I felt a lot better after hitting the diesel for a sandwich and a coffee. Ran into mangosteen who excitedly babbled about his latest Cocoa explorations, so that was fun.

Now I have to go to Micro Center and return this bogus PhotoShop. This necessarily means being in the vicinity of Mac games for sale. Argh. Well, I can't think of any I want that are out now; here's hoping I'm right. (Though I guess I wouldn't mind paying for a pretty & dumb arcade game, something I can turn to for ten minutes of distraction when necessary, and which doesn't hit addiction buttons. Sometimes these things show up.)

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My shoes, purchased for Peter's wedding last June, are completely falling apart, all at once. Something in the heels of both has come loose, and makes an entertaining ratting sound with every step, like seeds in a hollow gourd. Sometimes I shake my feet just to hear it.

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"Sometimes I shake my feet just to hear it."