Bah, humbug.

I’m done with energy drinks for the time being. I should never have gone back to them, or to pop, but I have. Now I need to wean myself off of pop again (or soda, if you’re either pretentious or not living in Michigan). I’m indulging in root beer today, because I need to feel good. Same reason that I’m at Theio’s, honestly. Comfort environment.

Got about two hours of sleep last night thanks to the dry heaving. Looks like Monster did not play nice with my stomach-to-lung-acid-hatefulness, and so I was choking on bile for much of the night. The choking triggered coughing, which triggered my gag reflex, and old lung butter from the bronchitis days made the escape.

Good to have it out, I suppose. However, I had to go back to the cough syrup with codeine just to get to sleep, and ended up calling off of work today. Woke up at 12:30 PM, so now my sleep schedule is b0rked beyond reason. Argh.

, it seems that my laptop and last.fm has some sort of familial feud, of the shooting-over-the-river having-no-teeth variety. I fear that I may have to abandon it, as several versions have refused to start up. Could be the machine, though.

On that note, this laptop may be destined for eBay or craigslist. As time goes on, it seems to be fitting less and less of what I need out of a laptop. So, we’ll see.

I am -really- trying to enjoy the holidays. I’m not sure how well it’s working. At least I have food in me now.

Oh, yeah. Still not writing. *grinds teeth*

Ego boost.

I appear to have rocked the interview. Nailed it. Walked away a winner. Needless to say, I feel good about how it went.

My interviewer and I geeked out for a good hour and a half. Various BBS software packages were mentioned. As were Windows 3.1, Desqview, and OS/2 Warp!.

If I get the job, I’ll be learning how to script, and to make apps play nice with each other.

I’ve got my fingers crossed. :)

… and while we’re on the subject…

Why don’t email applications cache IMAP email messages locally? I mean, requiring an internet connection for IMAP message viewing constrains it to the level of webmail. Wouldn’t it make more sense to cache all previously-viewed messages locally, so that they can be perused at the user’s pleasure, weather or not they are connected to the tubes?

OMG! Not Myst!

I’m still waiting to hear back from the company who interviewed me. I’ve sent the thank-you letter off, and am looking at my nails as if they were tasty… things upon… which one would be tempted to bite.

So, yeah, trying to not bite my nails. Looks like I’m going to have a phone interview with another company out there, as well. So, on the getting-an-awesome-job front, things appear to be going well. I keep beating down the mind weasels, and have been pretty successful at it.

I’ve also been distracting myself with a video game. Guess which one. ;)

The driver issues with the laptop that I’ve got is making me want to build a desktop gaming machine once I get out and settled in CA. I really would like to go back to a Mac, but the MacOS version of the game requires an Intel core duo setup, so older macs are out of the question. Unless, of course, I get VMWare (or equivalent) working at a speed fast enough, and with a graphics card high-end enough, to trick the files into thinking that they’re running on a PC. Not impossible, but definitely a challenge.

The Union computer lab smells funny today, so I think I’m going to head home soon. Maybe list a few more things on eBay (like all of the gaming books that I’ve got up there now). Having this whole weekend free is so strange. :)

Horoscope from Wednesday:

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Welcome to Part Two of your outlook for the second half of 2007, Taurus. We’re checking up on how you’re progressing with the long-term tasks you were assigned six months ago. I hope that by now you’re beginning to infuse your life with more of the wildness you need. I trust that you’ve been enjoying a host of thrilling adventures and ingenious experiments — especially the kind that serve your highest ambitions.

and and and or or or but but but

I’m putting words on paper, but it’s so…. slow. I keep needing breaks and changes of scenery and oh, that car is shiny, and I called Mom for Mother’s Day (but got voice mail) and and and and.

I’m putting words on paper, but it’s more like my outline is shoving my characters into this structure that doesn’t really have an end, and is only just getting to a sort of middle thing. It feels like I’ve forgotten who they are, or they’ve forgotten how to talk to me, or or or or.

I’m putting words into the intertubes, but my lap is getting warm. When it’s charging, my laptop runs pretty freakin’ hot. My SETI@home Graveyard project may yet come to fruition. I’m surprisingly excited about that. As it is, I’m helping a friend test resource allocation limits on the virtualization software he’s running on his colo box by running the BOINC software. Ones and zeros!

I’ve got to relax and listen, so that I can put more words on paper. I’ve -got- to. And that’s part of the reason that I can’t relax. Kernel Panic – oops!

Obsessed with the tech.

I finally have a reason, a desire, to acquire newer technology than that which I can easily find used. It needs to be a wee bit better than the super-cheap, eco- and conscience-friendly methods that I have employed in the past. It doesn’t need to be new, but that wouldn’t hurt.

GameTap does not work with a VIA UniChrome video card, even when it’s cranked up to its max shared memory.

So, I must move on to Plan B. Never fear, dear readers, Plan B is also of the nifty.

I have begun to write down my daily accomplishments, however small, in order to acknowledge them as such. Like many who commented in my last post, I do thrive on a sense of accomplishment. I have worked around using lists, checking them off early, questioning the value of each check, etc. So, instead, I’m making the reverse list. Not what needs to get done, but what has gotten done. I need to recognize that I AM doing things, even if they’re small, to have the confidence to accomplish greater things. Another thing that my father (and mother) used to tell me was that I could do anything. Damn right. I can.

My wife loves me very much. And though some of you don’t see it in ways that you might expect to, I have proof. I got a can of this today, and it was DELICIOUS.