Events of the last few days...

I can't imagine why anyone would care, but I guess that's not really the point of blogging, is it?

All week i've been fighting with code at work, the system I've been throwing code at crashed, and all hell broke loose. We had no idea what went wrong, but the company i'm outsourced to kept pointing fingers in the direction of my component. So after meticulously going through things, I discovered that it could not in any way be anything I had worked on, I'm digging through source code I've never seen before trying to figure out where the problem is. There's nothing more frustrating than trying to find errors when you have NO idea what's wrong, and you're trying to decipher someone elses code.

Needless to say, by the end of the week, I was pretty burnt. Had a good dinner and conversation with Peter on Thu. Talked for four hours about various and sundry, and left feeling pretty good about life and myself in general. No matter how much time you spend with that guy, i'm always suprised at the amount of knowledge and wisdom he brings to the table.

Friday night after ditching out of work early I spent the evening with Christine (Although i've been told to stick to Cas). In stark contrast to peter, who seems to never change in the time i've known him (although he maintains a much older relative position, so perhaps it's not a fair comparison), I find myself thinking that Cas has changed quite a bit in some ways, without changing essentially who she is over the years. Poor girl's been having a rough go of it lately, but i'm confident that she can handle herself and will resolve what she needs to resolve soon enough. Just need to keep myself on the rails and make sure I can do the same.

Got to bed at about 2:30, pretty much woke up at 5, and couldn't really sleep, feeling moderately hungover for 3 hours until I pried my ass out of bed, played some WoW, and went down to visit my dear consulting friend Steve, who remains as insane as ever. After a couple of drinks and lunch with him (where he tried to 'introduce' me to two girls who were, admittedly, hot, but i've no interest), I bailed out of there and headed to the Eaton Center to walk off the afternoon Jeigger. Randomly due to a miscommunication, and I assume, boredom, I ended up spending the rest of the afternoon shopping with Cas (I hope i'm not turning into NeoMike =op), hopped home for dinner, coffee with Singha, Jon and Randeep where I get to hear of all the random drunken tales of other people's St. Patrick's day.


And now I feel like ass. It's probably partly lack of sleep, over caffienated, and rub off from the bitterness of others, but my happy demenour of the last couple of days has sunken into a kind of bitter grumpiness. I nearly snapped at the kid working at Tim Horton's because the douche was chatting with some friend of his instead of getting me coffee at the fastest possible speed. That's not like me.

This post feels almost... Disingenuious. Like something my Mom writes in 'McQuarrie Musings' to talk about what the family has been up to lately. I think i'll get some work done on one of my projects tomorrow. I feel like saying I need to get my shit together, except, as was pointed out to me by Jon, my shit is always together, more or less.
I'm living in my head a lot lately, and much of that isn't coming out here, perhaps some other day.

Goodnight World.