Remember what I said about going home?
Nevermind.
It's 10:30 Sunday morning and I've been at work for 25.5 consecutive hours, none of them spent sleeping, not even a catnap under my cozy little desk. I was working most of that time, even. Like, seriously, truly, sitting down and doing work. The compile I needed to have done this morning turned out to be really, truly horrendous, because the tool that automates a major heartbreakingly large task...broke. Looked at most of the files it was given and threw up its grimy little hands in the air and said, "nope."
So I had this miserable nitpicky task of making about 160 little files and the Javascript that goes along with them and it was just bad. But I made my deadline, which was 8 am this morning, and I'm still doing okay. i have a big zit on my chin and I feel exteremly skanky, but I'm not passed out or anything, which is what matters.
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After months of using IE, I go back to Netscape and--WOW. Everything loads SO MUCH FUCKING FASTER. Javascript doesn't break. Wow. I'm going back to using Netscape as my main browser right fucking now.
And the last few journal entries look horrid in Netscape. Sorry, people. I'm fixing it.
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Oh, um, during the collective hour that I spent not working last night I made something sort of like a picture album because you want to know what I and my friends look like, you do. I made the Melli page and showed it to her when she logged in at 4 am my time, and she liked it a lot.
Then we had a long conversation about spiritual stuff and then we talked dirty to each other for a while, and then she logged off to work on her Web site.
Uh. i think I'm becoming non coherent. I should probably quit while i'm ahead.
I made a onelist update list, but I don't know if I'm going to use it. i still stand a chance of getting majordomo to work.
