The beaver is a proud and noble animal

damndamndamndamndamn!

I finally got the HD installed on a server at the office to try and salvage what data I can. As soon as I put it in the box and reboot, all hell breaks loose. Windows informs me that there's data corruption on that HD, and running checkdisk would be a Very Good Thing ^™. I start one. There are roughly 10,000 bad sectors on that disk. After two hours of Michel and I tossing a frisbee back and forth in the office, checkdisk was still trying to fix the HD. I'm not optimistic.

When I get home, after drowning my sorroes in scotch with Michel, I tried to logon to my wireless network at home. I was never able to. I tried to fight with it, but it won, and I'm really not in the mood for it tonight. So now I'm using my network cable, which is hanging across my room and is tempting Boris to act naughtily towards it – behaviour I'm trying to avoid at all costs.

Anyway, I checked my email, and now I'm going to bed. Night all.

So I got email from ze babe again today. I sent her email for her birthday more than a month ago. I got a reply this morning telling me how shocked and pissed off she is at me.

whatever.

I'm officially fed up with this girl. Any positive sentiments I could still have for her are now hopelessly tainted with the knowledge she's completely nuts.

Just got home and cat is really happy to see me. I'm just glad to see that he didn't destroy the apartment, though he did tip over my lava lamp, unplug my entertainment system power bar and strew some papers around. All in all, not too bad for a kitten left alone for most of two days.

So I”m on my way back to Montreal. Had a very relaxing weekend – ate too much, slept a bit, programmed a lot on LJ.NET. I need more weekends like this. What I really need to is a few weeks like that. What would be paradise on earth would be to have someone to do nothing with. Many things in my life need to change. I'm working on a few. More to come.

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.