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Work continues to eat me alive, but I'm nearly done with this worst-case-scenario project. I think I've actually done as much as I can do by myself, and was able to send a URL to my taskmaster before dropping out at 2am. And hey, he just this very moment mailed me back to congratulate me. Hooray, soon I can start liking myself again, and rejoining society. Hello society!

I have some major fecal consolidation to catch up on once this albatross is cut away. My kitchen is empty, my house is messy (my bedroom in particular a depressing cave since I haven't replaced the blown lights) and my finances in disarray. Planning to take a couple of weekdays off to straighten out this latter business. There's a lot to do; obtaining a personal credit report (I've never checked before), kicking around my 401(foo) savings -- it's idling in a money-market shoebox when it really should be doing something more interesting -- and also depositing the pile of checks on the bookshelf behind me. (About three months' worth of undeposited salary and royalty checks. This is because the retarded and broken PeopleSoft system at work doesn't understand that when I ask for direct deposit, I mean permanently, not just for my next single paycheck. I've been too obsessed to figure out how to get it to work right. On the other hand, it at least gives me a small glow of pride in its evidence that I continue to not spend a lot of money on myself.)

Unsurprisingly, woke up sicker than ever today. Ate some pills and watched TV while waiting for them to kick in. "Farscape" happened to be on, and it was a pretty cool episode. I never really watched that show, and made a snap decision to set up a TiVo "season pass" for it. Then was an episode right afterwards that was really lame. And now there's another one that I'll watch later; I guess during the daytime the SciFi channel just picks some show and streams several hours of it, since it's not prime time so who cares. (And all the ads are for geriatric concerns or feminine-hygiene products, whatever that signifies about who the SciFi channel thinks watches TV at noon.)

OK, to the office now... let's see if I can ship this mofo.

carnivale shmarnivale

What a disappointing episode.

( Written while waiting for an orker to finish a dependency )