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For the week of may 4, 1997
A strange last few days this has been. I hardly know what day it is. Consulted all night yesterday. That meant that I had been up from 7am one morning (with an hour, hour and a half, 2 hour naps in between) to 10:30 the next morning. Now that can really confuse a person. Slept until 5pm. Taking a shower, the thought processes going through my head were "i have to get back to coding ... what day is it ... there's a lot about chmod that i have to learn."
Back in the lab again. And probably will be here all night. Boy oh boy.
And i can't really be taking the time to be writing this. Must get back to work. My finaly project is due on tuesday. And it's starting to show.
The group is starting to feel the stress of an impending deadline.
With a product that is less than complete.
And if they find out i've been writing, instead of coding, they'll kill me.
Back to the code.
As the journaling gets farther and farther apart...
Just really haven't had the time lately. I suppose that's a good thing. Means that I'm doing something with my life. Well, actually, that's not exactly true. It means that i've been doing one thing with my life. And that one thing is my final project for my software engineering course.
All consuming. Time. Life. Energy. I spent a good 5 days in this here lab. It was a rough bunch of days, plagued with no sleep, arguments between group members, not to mention the stench of a lab full of 60 other students who had been there about the same amount of time.
Funny thing about that project. I don't know. I think i ended up working pretty well in a group. it was tough at times. yeah, i lost my temper. Yeah, I got frustrated. But I don't think i pissed too many people off too much. And I think that i kept my cool the mornig that the program was due (tuesday) when shit went completely ill.
Code was working. Then, all of a sudden, at around 6 in the morning, all hell broke loose. We were all ready to use our code from the night before to demo, when all of a sudden, a few hours later, a little at a time, things started working again. With all that was happening with that, I'm surprised everything turned out as well as it did.
But we pulled it off. And i'm really happy that we did. We're even going to keep working on it and getting up and running like a real program. Well, real in the "playable by everyone in the department" type of real.
And now i'm back in the lab. Consulting, as usual.
Oops, was just called away on important business. Not even my lab. Different lab. The "commoners," as it were. Whatever. Disk error. Beyond hope. At least without the tools that i know how to use. It always amazes me how little people know about computers. How some people just don't have a clue. How can people go though life without knowing simple, little things like the fact that computers need electricity to run, or that if you spill coffee on a floppy, it probably won't work any more. Silly silly people.
But i digress.
And now i feel like i have nothing to do. Oh, granted, I have enough to do. I have a theatre final project that was due on monday. I have a final next week in math (oh math, ugh) which i'd better do well on. I've got a show to work on. Job offers to follow up on. Lamps to order.
And yet i'm just sitting here, writing this schmack.
Taking a well deserved rest, I think. Now that zelda (the project) is done, i really don't know what to do with myself. The other work just doesn't seem real enough to me. I had this... thing... that would completely consume my life. And now it's gone. And i feel empty.
Same with theatre. it seems like when I'm not doing something, I feel empty, even while enjoying the break from everything. And when I have projects to work on I would like nothing more than to not work on them.
But I think i'll go now.
More projects.
I've also been pretty devoid of emotion lately. That's really bad. I've never really been able to show emotion. Not for real, though i've always had somethign to share, if i could only express it. But now.
Now, I don't even have a head to put it on. Mabe i'tte work off of ...
Damn, okay, that last line is what happens if you try to write with your eyes closed, while slipping in and out of sleep.
Okay, i just fell asleep here consulting. I think i'd better leave soon. The right half of my hand is asleep though, so i can't feel shit with my pinky or ring fingers on my right hand.
Funky. I'm going to sleep.
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