Oh Piss Off
5 April 2000
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.
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.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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