Welcome to the anger and frustration induced thoughts of a man nearing his 5th week of non-smoker status. Maybe this small taste of what it’s like to be in my head will be enough to convince you that you should never, ever, ever, attempt to quit smoking.
I paid $4.11 for a salad in our on-site cafeteria today. That might seem acceptable until you understand that my salad had no dressing, no meat and no cheese. On top of that, it didn’t even come close to the size of a standard meal-sized salad. Even worse, was that the lettuce was incredibly bitter and the red wine vinegar that I used for dressing had obviously been left out too long.
I put my salad in the container upside down. When I flipped it over to open it, vinegar shot out of the holes in the side of the container.
I forgot to get a straw for my drink and didn’t realize it until I got back to my seat. I don’t really feel like walking down three flights of stairs and then back to get a straw. So I’m drinking it without the straw. Only it’s in a Styrofoam cup. I have this weird thing with Styrofoam. The sound of it is like nails on a chalkboard to me. So I have to be very careful not scrape me lips or teeth on the rim of the cup.
I didn’t get to bed until after 1am last night. Therefore, I woke up quite tired and opted for 15 more minutes of sleep instead of my morning run. Now I feel like a fat, lazy slob with no will power.
There are a bunch of wildflowers (bluebonnets, indian paintbrushes, and red clover) in a field in between two roads of a freeway I take to and from work every day. They are beautiful. I want to take a picture. They don’t look so great at noon since the sun isn’t exactly flattering then. I’d like to photograph them around 5pm, but that’s during my drive home, and during rush hour traffic. I think that, in the end, I’d just make myself angrier dealing with the traffic in order to get the shot. I’d come take it this weekend, but it’s 40 minutes there and 40 minutes home at a very specific time. It’s a nice picture, but I don’t know if it’s worth all that.
Taxes are due tomorrow. Oops. I owe this year. Apparently, buying a house doesn’t offset as much income as I thought it would. Jess’ W4 could stand an adjustment as well.
My SPAM filter keeps putting *good* mail in the SPAM folder. It’s quite annoying. I’m sorry if I haven’t responded to an email you sent me. Hopefully, I’ll find it in my SPAM box eventually. That is, if I haven’t deleted it already.
I spent an hour making Java work on my Linux box.
I made Java work so that I could run a weblogging client. It turns out, not only is the weblogging client incredibly buggy (but damn was the installer pretty), but, it didn’t even have the most basic of proxy support.
I spent 10 minutes hating Apache as I attempted to get Ruby’s FastCGI working properly. Then I spent 10 more minutes getting a specific Ruby app to work in it. When I was done, I realized that the client I had to use the app was buggy as all hell.
In an attempt to find a client that isn’t buggy as all hell, I realized that, more often than not, Linux as a desktop machine really pisses me off. There were very few applications at all, and none of them were any good. In the end, even the Java clients sucked so my time spent installing the Ruby application and FastCGI support was fruitless since I have no way to use the application without a client. I am |— this —| close to just running windows.