the flying squirrel

Darcy Casselman's weblog. Just like old times.

waste

Oh, what a waste of a day.

I got up way too early and couldn't force myself back to sleep. Nightmares. And too much stupid crap going on in my head. I eventually gave up and took up residence on the couch instead of the bed. Similar position, but it affords easier access to a TV with which I hoped I could numb my brain.

I watched Spongebob and a Robot Wars episode I'm sure I've seen before. And then whatever crap show comes on SPACE after Robot Wars. And then when that horrid Lost World show came on, I made two complete revolutions around the entire cable dial before giving up in disgust and trying to take a nap.

That didn't work either. So I pulled myself off the couch and got myself dressed and decided to force myself outside for a nice little walk or something. It was rather sunny, after all. It was also goddamned cold.

I got to the end of the driveway and decided I didn't want to do this after all. But I was outside and going back inside would just make me more miserable, so I turned around and got in the car instead. Probably there was that I didn't have anywhere to go. In that sort of situation, I usually decide to go to Future Shop or the mall or something. But I'd been to all the usual places in the last week, and frankly, that never actually makes me feel any more purposeful.

So I went to work instead. Why? No idea. There aren't really any small jobs I can do at work at the moment to keep my mind off things. Work's been good for that the last couple weeks, but I'd finished off most of the easy/interesting stuff on Friday and it's going to take a bit of slogging before I can get more interesting things to work on. I uninstalled and reinstalled VSIP, because somebody on the newsgroup suggested that a sample app might be more substantial than the one on my harddrive. No luck there. So I just sat and surfed and listened to music. All of which I could just as easily do at home.

So I went home. Since then I've had a rather unhealthy supper and have mostly been debating whether or not I should post this. I think I should.

And that's it, really. I told you it was a waste of a day.