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Feeling kind of broken right now. Since Wednesday I have been waking up at H(w)+2 o'clock, where H(w) is the hour of the previous day's waking. Up to 14:00 as of today. Going to sleep at H(s)+2, as well. What's going on? Hmm.

I wouldn't be so concerned, except that my boss is giving an ICCB-wide presentation about our group tomorrow at 09:30, and it would be quite impolitic of me to sleep through it. In recent room cleaning, I unearthed two unused electronic alarm clocks... I suppose I'll set them up at strategic locations and for strategic times, maybe ten minutes apart from one another. I know for a fact that new alarm clock noises tend to foil my usual sonambulation, and spacing them apart also helps to drag me up through my sleepy strata, one at a time. Or maybe I just won't sleep at all tonight, since I'm due to get sleepy at, uh, 6 am.

Been entirely antisocial this weekend, due to that stuff, and my cold, and the fact that my cellphone died and I left my charger at work again. (Why do I ever bring it to work? That's pretty dumb.) Have been fucking around with Cocoa stuff all weekend. Hit an interesting UI dilemma in BrainDump, and hacked my way around it for now. The next major feature involves implementing drag-and-drop, and: eeenh. I don't have the mental presence to blunder my way through that right now.

Got inspired to write a potentially amusing (but definitely useless) Dock app that I'll describe should I ever finish it; what's more interesting for now is that it led me to try writing an Internet application in Cocoa, and once again I found myself wishing for a Cocoa CPAN. I succeeded in using Google to scare up some frameworks for doing regexes and HTTP requests, and got things to kinda-sorta- work, but, man: none of these framework authors write succinct usage examples like you find in Perl manpages. That inspired me to poke my nose into Camelbones, and got as far as discovering that it won't work with the Perl I have installed on my system. Sigh.

So, yes, I have been sitting at my desk typing all weekend. N was nice to me when I stumbled out of my room starving for any kind of human contact around midnight; he let me teach him to play Lost Cities, and also crushed me at it, after three rounds. That made me happy for a while.

Addiction

Heh... took a breather to complain (as you saw) and do laundry, and then flung myself right back into things with a hoka-hey. I am now obsessed with getting Camelbones to work, now that I've glimpsed its potential. I think I'll mess around with it on the neglected Cube later on, since I really can't risk breaking Perl on my laptop.

This -- swearing things off and then coming back to them only a few minutes later -- is the same pattern I get into when I sink a whole day into a computer game, but in this case it's an addiction I don't feel bad about embracing. At least I'm learning interesting things. Might as well ride it while I can, since I'll feel differently tomorrow.

What was that I was saying about needing to get a column written, though?

Ugh.