i'm drained. a client contacted me this morning about writing some quick code for a presentation tomorrow so i was on standby the whole day waiting for the assets to be delivered. i didn't get them until late afternoon, when everyone was already going home for the day, yet somehow i was expected to just finish everything up, have something done by tonight. i think i was already in some weird dark place and the work just pushed me over the edge. first i didn't have the right software to open the files, then it took me a few hours to prepare the graphics, until finally i was able to code. i don't know, sometimes, as a programmer, i feel like the most underappreciated person in the work food chain. i wasn't done until almost 10pm, finally able to have some leftover pasta for dinner while watching the end of the baseball game.

so now i'm just tired. i left the house briefly today to ride down to harvard square to run some errands. cooped up at home by myself for the past few days, coming out to this sea of people was like a vacation, despite the fact that harvard square is just another bland commercial intersection swallowed up by the corporate elite. i went to the bank to purchase some more checks and stopped by cvs to get some toothpick floss; over the weekend i got a cut on the corner of my mouth that makes regular flossing a painful ordeal, so hopefully these toothpick floss will be better.

can i also say that i hate my haircut now? it's at that really awkward stage where it resembles baby's hair: not short enough to avoid detection yet long enough that it clumps up into bunches, like perpetual bed hair.