Self-Flagellation
Mar. 2nd, 2004 02:58 pmI tried to jog up a hill last evening around dusk, when I was feeling an acute attack of ennui, instead of driving around. It sort of worked, in that I was in pain as opposed to boredom afterwards. Note to self: Jog on level ground before trying to jog up hills.
Last night I was IMd by one M. T. that I used to hang out with in high school. We had the same interests then, but he basically abandoned everything when he went on antidepressants, and now he's engaged to be married and working his way through college, while I'm the same as I ever was.
He still works with technology, researching programming using rendering-acceleration APIs for various chipsets, so talking to him is frustrating the same way as talking to
chahala -- I feel like I should have some idea of what in god's name they're talking about, but I don't.
Today work is just being frustrating. It's like playing some sadistic combination of ping pong, typing tutor and mousetrap. It drives me to drink... today, to drink 'talking rain' lemon-flavored soda water. This is the second time I've tried it, and yes, I still hate it.
Last night I was IMd by one M. T. that I used to hang out with in high school. We had the same interests then, but he basically abandoned everything when he went on antidepressants, and now he's engaged to be married and working his way through college, while I'm the same as I ever was.
He still works with technology, researching programming using rendering-acceleration APIs for various chipsets, so talking to him is frustrating the same way as talking to
Today work is just being frustrating. It's like playing some sadistic combination of ping pong, typing tutor and mousetrap. It drives me to drink... today, to drink 'talking rain' lemon-flavored soda water. This is the second time I've tried it, and yes, I still hate it.