“I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can’t stand it any longer. It’s the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I’ve somehow been infected by it.”
I should have just walked to work… it would have been quicker. Got up late, went to get a bus that never showed, went back home, went to get next bus… completely full (due to previous bus not coming), wheelchair, arrives late at station, catch later connecting bus, get behind large group of people all walking such that I can’t get by them… *sighs* Hope the rest of the day isn’t like this.
I feel better today though. Not so hollow. Something still isn’t right, and I still can’t put my finger on it, but I do feel better. Yesterday was just bad. Between waking up in a rather empty way, the local shit lab decided to be shitty again today. It’s full of old Macs that everybody has to use for a specific class, so the lab fills up, and the network shits itself everytime the lab is full. So once again, students bitch at monitor, monitor has no idea, bitches at us, we tell them “sorry, that’s just the way it is”. Well, on the bright side, we might be able to stop-gap the issue until the money materializes to upgrade the lab with nice pretty 17-inch Flat-panel iMacs (how sexy would that be?).
Katharine Hepburn died 2 days ago. *sighs* One of the best… I’m just hoping the other 2 (since things like this seem to come in 3s) aren’t Jimmy Carter and Paul Newman. Then I think I’d have to go live in a cave for a while.
On a geek note, I’ve been spending the last few days remapping my network at home… I hope to make the switch (pun intended) next week sometime. I need to get another router going and monitoring traffic on an IP level… but that shouldn’t be difficult… not if the documentation for the software package is accurate. Little perl here, mrtg here, should be a snap (I hope).
I was hoping to get a response or two to my last post… I was hoping someone would say “yeah, I’ve had that feeling before… not sure what caused it though,” or even better, “yeah, I know the feeling exactly, this was what I think the problem was”. But alas, no such luck was to come to me. Heck, it was probably just a pipe dream… not even sure I could talk to anyone really. Those that asked I simply said “I really don’t know”. Ya, that’s helpful.
Well… as for today, I just hope it wasn’t like yesterday, and I’ll keep on going until I can’t go any more. Tonight, I’m going to go over to LIX, drink some beer, and finally bottle the Stout that’s been sitting in the Carboy for a relatively long time. Hopefully get some laughs, and cheer the f*ck up… cause this depressed shit is getting on my nerves.