Oh Piss Off
5 April 2000
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Oh Piss Off
5 April 2000
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6:37 PM: I just today realized that I'm really, really late with this month's usual, utterly predictable & scheduled large posting of content. It has to go up Tuesday.
Oops.
And for some reason, between that dismal epiphany; having two or three simultaneous stupid problems with regular expressions, which make no sense in Vignette's filtered version of tcl, let me tell you right now; being nagged by people to help them with a machine crash - you know, that System Administration stuff that's not in my job description - the stuff that the Grand & Benevolent Order of Computer Operators is quite happy to let me do when it is convenient for them, but not otherwise; having too many people ask me to do too many things simultaneously; and getting only about 6 hours of sleep - well it's all making me a wee bit cranky. That, and having people walk up behind me and STAND HERE every time I get within four words of the end of a sentence!
Also, we are listening to alien pop music again.
9:56: Wow, I haven't had this much of a looming anxiety day in a long time. Dunno what's up. Penny called to see if I wanted to go see Chakra dance at Bondage-a-Go-Go tonight, and I couldn't even form a coherent answer. All I wanted to say was some splutter like "Well how the fuck should I know what the fuck I'm gonna wanna do in five fuckin hours??!!!" This would have been what we engineers call "counterproductive". So I tried to stick to simple incoherence. I still don't know what I want to do. I'd like to go, or at least I have wanted to, but right immediately now the thought of a club gives me the screaming heebies.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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