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Sep. 24th, 2005 02:18 amBeen kind of messed up lately. My sleep schedule's been absolute shit for no real reason. I got up at 2 in the afternoon today, after going to bed at 3. That's atrocious in like three different ways. (If you say "Not the least of which is your sleeping in reverse-time" I will punch you in the nose. Look, I just didn't want to write "3 a.m.", because that sounded too precise, OK? And now you're making me type in all this extra crap instead. I hate you.) Now saddled with a splitting headache like I always get on days when I sleep too much.
Jesus, this sleep thing is really getting chronic. Maybe I should see a therapist or something except oops I don't have medical coverage anymore son of a bitch.
I don't feel I'm hardcore enough about the business but that's just cuz I haven't done much with the tech for a couple of days. I have a concrete project to do: a tutorial that will make use of our now-released client application. I have generated some neato ideas for it that I need to discuss with my colleagues, as soon as my head clears up a bit, and I position myself so that I'm actually awake at the same time they are.
The Manchester half-day trip was pleasant; I enjoyed driving on the highway for the first time in a while, and on an unfamiliar highway too (that is, something besides the 93/95 stretch between Somerville and Waterville). My first interstate use of Zipcar, too.
The iBook is still in the cardboard box my parents packed it in; Ricky wrote "WHITEY IN RECIDANCE" on it. Mom said it's supposed to be "residence". This is weird because Rick writes me often and is a fairly good speller, so I dunno if this was some private joke of his or not. (One of the manifestations of his illness is a frequent obsession with words, making up ways to take apart and reconstruct them, imagining finding endless hidden truths in the process that are entirely divorced from their meaning or real etymology.)
Jesus, this sleep thing is really getting chronic. Maybe I should see a therapist or something except oops I don't have medical coverage anymore son of a bitch.
I don't feel I'm hardcore enough about the business but that's just cuz I haven't done much with the tech for a couple of days. I have a concrete project to do: a tutorial that will make use of our now-released client application. I have generated some neato ideas for it that I need to discuss with my colleagues, as soon as my head clears up a bit, and I position myself so that I'm actually awake at the same time they are.
The Manchester half-day trip was pleasant; I enjoyed driving on the highway for the first time in a while, and on an unfamiliar highway too (that is, something besides the 93/95 stretch between Somerville and Waterville). My first interstate use of Zipcar, too.
The iBook is still in the cardboard box my parents packed it in; Ricky wrote "WHITEY IN RECIDANCE" on it. Mom said it's supposed to be "residence". This is weird because Rick writes me often and is a fairly good speller, so I dunno if this was some private joke of his or not. (One of the manifestations of his illness is a frequent obsession with words, making up ways to take apart and reconstruct them, imagining finding endless hidden truths in the process that are entirely divorced from their meaning or real etymology.)