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I'd forgotten how much I've grown to dislike the bus. The seats are cramped and my knees are rubbing on my forehead. On the flipside, there's a cutie sleeping next to me :) Surprisingly, I can't fall asleep, even though I'm tired as hell. Woke up completely f'ed up this morning. Of course, it's all my fault and I'll survive, but still… Meh, I'll take a nap in the afternoon.

Oh, while I'm at it, note to self: fix the runtime NPE bug where no exception is caught when you're not connected the friends menu tries to be populated.

I did something I really hadn't done in a long while. I pulled an all-night coding run. I've been fiddling with the source code of my LJ client on my laptop, and I've managed to get some cool shit done:

1. I customized the logon screen with according to personal preferences with my LJ user icon instead of the ugly logo that was there.
2. The password is now sent encrypted, not in plaintext
3. I coded a module that polls my friend page every 10 minutes to see if there's any new activity. Sadly, I'm doing it by screen-scraping – which is frowned upon – but there's no other way. Besides, I probably check my blog manually more often than that when I'm in front of my laptop.

Things to do:
– get the damn cookie auth to work
– close the webReqs, as it's not being done
– get some sleep

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty, oh and weightless then maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

So I bring my HD to the office to try and salvage some data.

Of course, I bring the wrong HD.

This day is less than 3 hours old. So far, it's been one of the shittiest days I've had in recent memory.

First my hard drive goes boom.

Then, I have one hell of a bad-ass allergic reaction. My face went all blotchy and itchy, and my eyes. My eyes. I've never seen that before. My eyes were red. Not bloodshot. Red! RED! as in no more white! I was sexy as hell, let me tell you.

I figure it's either the cat litter that I changed, or some bathroom product of Marc's. Anyway, it's mostly resolved now – the joy of benadryl – except that I'm doped to the gills and will be groggy for most of the day. I hate this shit.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARHG!

Words you do NOT want to see when you don't even have your first cup of coffee in the morning:

Primary master failure.
Primary slave failure.
No system disk detected!

What does this mean in layman's terms? My desktop is now a paperweight.

Well, it's not *that* bad, as I was able to boot into linux. My windows partition though, is toast. Fuuuuck.

 

Tweaked some stuff I found online to make these.

I don't know if it's the weather or something, but I'm mopey these days. I look around and it seems that everybody has plans, a life as it were. I work, go home, play with the cat, watch some TV, go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. I'm really starting to resent that.

And I realized that I haven't been on a date in months. That sucks.

So here I was this morning, making myself a lunch to bring to the office, when I feel something tugging at my pant leg.

I mean… how can you not just laugh at that sight. Fricassee of cat, anyone?

He's also discovered how to climb up on my dresser, so basically, from now on, I'll be picking shit up off the floor on a daily basis:

 

On a completely different note, I've been hacking my LJ client for fun. I'm basically doing this to hone up on my C# skills, but it's really, really fun :D

Urgh. Boris has discovered the joy of jumping up on my desk when I'm home. He was really cute this morning, sitting on my keyboard chasing the cursor on my screen. The bad side of this is that I can't really browse and or type with a keyboardful of cat, so I usually dump him on my bed.

These days, he's flexing his kitty muscles and trying to jump on everything, which includes the back of my computer chair. That's always a tad worrisome, as he's not coordinated for beans, and I'm always afraid he's going to misjudge the jump and claw me in the back – where my freshly healing tat is located. So anyway, this morning, he tried to jump on my lap as a prelude to reach the desk. At this point, I'm just wearing my kimono as I just got out of the shower… You can see this one coming. He jumps, the fabric slips from under him, and I wind up with two huge gashes on my hip. Sexay, indeed. Bugger.