I spent the last week in class, which went much better than I could have hoped for. I actually ended up being one of the more advanced people in the class (yeah, I know; scary, huh?). It seems that my fairly significant familiarity with CGI and HTML and casual conversational knowledge of perl and SQL really worked out better than the folks who were more perl and SQL geeks. I did really well in the class, and I'm pretty sure I even passed the little certification test thing at the end.
I assembled and delivered the silly gift to which I have alluded in past entries. I sent a friend a stuffed cockroach with a cape made out of lens cleaning cloth. Really, this is funny. You just have to be a part of a particular subset of people to understand that. The recipient was duly amused, especially when he learned I had cohorts in the whole process (Nyarla sewed the cape).
I sent a lot of silly email to a lot of indulgent friends in an attempt to stay awake during class. (We had no net, but I did have my trusty Blackberry pager.) (Thanks, guys!)
I got into more arguments with my eye doctor, and told him that if I didn't get contacts that I felt worked, I would be sticking entirely with my glasses, and would demand a refund on my contacts order. Besides, I really like my new glasses.
I rewrote big chunks of lizzie's (still not complete) website to use some of the neat perl that I learned last week, and it is going to be much easier to maintain as a result. I expect to have things done tomorrow. (Well, today at this point, I guess. *waves hands* You know what I mean.)
I still want a French Bulldog.
I paid for The Dress. I don't have a delivery date yet. The lady was supposed to get back to me on Tuesday with that, but didn't, and what with class and all, I forgot until just this second. I will add that to my list of things to do on Monday.
The weather here has been pretty vile. Rainy and cold. And I'm quite tired of this 'dark at 4:30' crap. It can stop any time now.
I have tickets to go back to Massachusetts for the Christmas party, and am starting to flesh out my plans for the time I'll be up there.
I have a ton of work work to catch up on, but I don't think any of it is insurmountable. And I got the VPN client working again, so that should help. Now if I could only figure out why the invoice review and approval system won't let me in from home.
I've started re-ripping all of my CDs, with much better encoding this time around (thanks, prefect!). Of course, I had done about 50 CDs, and then tonight managed to wipe out everything I'd done, so now I get to restart over. Yay.
I need a haircut.
I met Nazgul's cat, JD. I did not, however, get to go to dinner with Nazgul, even though we had two different dinner outings planned. The sleep schedule completely failed to leave me wanting to do anything after class, up to and including making me feel very very ill.
If I ever have to work out in Reston way, we're moving. Yegads, that drive sucks.
I'm still not sleeping in any appreciable way. If I don't medicate, I get 3-5 hours of sleep a night, usually in 2 or 3 chunks. If I do medicate, it involves alcohol and Ambien, and I can usually get 7 hours of sleep or so, but end up feeling weird the next day.
The new Johnny Cash album rocks.
Month two off of the Depo, and still no period. (For those of you keeping track along at home.) coyote hates me.
The big news of the last week or so is very sad, to me. Those of you who know me even tangentially probably know that I always have my camera with me. Well, last Sunday, I was over at Nyarla's, meeting the new puppy they've adopted, and I was (of course) taking pictures, when I dropped my camera. It is broken. I am bereft. I spent much of Sunday night completely freaking out about this, and my friends were very good about humoring me. I'm still not entirely sure what I'm going to do about the whole situation, other than continue my efforts to get in touch with Nikon, but something has to happen. I've been cameraless for almost a week, and I'm going insane. (I have a melodromatic bit of text I wrote up about the whole situation. Maybe I'll post it here later.)
Really, that pretty much sums up the last couple of weeks of my life. How sad.
And now, I think I will wander off to read a book and then stare at the ceiling, hoping for sleep. Wish me luck.