October 30, 2011 2:25AM
You like I plagued by the flies inside your brain
The end of a long, tiring, frustrating, worrying, stressful week. Yeah, that's a lot of adjectives, and in all honesty, I don't think that quite accurately covers just how terrible this week has been. I've entered some kind manic freak out and was terribly irresponsible with money all week, as well as obsessively focused on specific things, restless, hyper active.
I guess it's easier to go into in theory than actually writing all about the stuff that I went through and why it was so difficult... I suppose I can just leave it as "this week sucked" and move on from there. It's a lot about school... mainly school, but also some personal things. People... people have a way of completely fucking you up. I've been so focused on specific things (like... getting a project done, getting a case study done) that I've been working on school work at all waking hours that I haven't had many things... including... a normal dinner, a clean house, clean kitty litter, a feeling of being rested, a feeling of being organized. I haven't even been having normal nights... no routine baths, writing or TV... everything seems off because of all this shit, and all I want is to get things back on track. Hopefully soon that will fall into place on it's own.
I was supposed to have to work at 12pm today, but when I woke up at 10am I got a call right away from Julie telling me that there was no one in at night to do the late night food, so I would probably have to stay and do it, and in exchange I could come in one hour later, at 1pm. I was pretty indifferent, since I'm pretty used to working twelve hour shifts on weekends, so I just said sure, and enjoyed the idea of having an extra hour before I had to leave for work. I watched a bunch of Ze Frank and worked a tiny, tiny bit on a remake/upgrade of my uTunes program.
The first version of uTunes was written in C++, reads the library file, and then analyzes the data, and outputs the result to a static html page. This new version I'm working on will be written in C#, with a user interface made in VB. It will read the library file, upload all the song information to a database, and then keep track of play counts. There will then be an accompanying website that can produce detailed statistics... I think it's going to be a really fun project, if I ever find time to work on it.
Before going to work I ate some chicken noodle soup and cheese bread as I was getting ready. Uhh.. you would think I had more to expand on that, what with creating a new paragraph for it and all... but really that's all I got. I ate lunch, watched Ze Frank, and worked on uTunes, and then left for work at 12pm.
Work was pretty straight forward and easy, except it's glaringly obvious not everyone at work pulls their weight. It was a wedding buffet for like 125 people or something, and I didn't have to do too much as far as that was concerned. I spent the majority of my shift working on reception fare for tomorrow, and stayed until 11:15pm to get out the late night food. I walked to the hospital, caught the bus full of drunk people, and slowly made my way home.
For the first time in probably two years (at least since Jenna left) I have a Sunday off. That's right, I'm off tomorrow, and while I do have like... an eight page report to write, the idea of having tomorrow off makes me feel a bit more relaxed. I'm going to get to the grocery store, do laundry and give my apartment a really good cleaning, and then work on that school work... that's my plan. Maybe I'll fit some gaming playing in there somewhere, but it seems so hard lately to find time for anything at all.
I'm just pigging out on candy right now... I had macaroni, tomatoes and mushroom as a dinner/snack when I got home from work at 12:30am or something, and then made some popcorn and now I'm eating sour worms. I'm going to go bed very soon, and hopefully have a good day tomorrow.
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- I lived on Langarth St.
- I worked at Windermere
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