Depressed and Cranky

1. Daniel moved away today. This morning he was in Austin; now he's not. He'll be back sporadically (at absolute best). I sat next to him for two years, and now he's gone.

2. Where were certain people today? Once I got into work, there was nobody I wanted to talk to online (but lots of people I didn't want to talk to were available, and they all wanted something). Speaking of which...

3. I'm tired of being asked to do things. Outside of my job (of course), I just want my time to be my own sometimes.

4. My air conditioning still doesn't work as well as it should, which is getting gradually more annoying. It sounds minor when I write it down, but moving a box fan with me everywhere I go in the house is getting to be a serious irritant.

5. I didn't get as much done today as I wanted to. I don't like DataTable very much, and I know as soon as I get this code written, Yahoo is going to overhaul it. Writing my layer on top of something that's in beta and subject to change is for the loss.

6. I was a moron and wore jeans to help Daniel move. Goodness gracious, it was hot.

7. While I'm thinking about it, I'm still fucking miffed about Live Oak. If Andy had been responsible and followed through on basically anything he ever said (that mattered) or ever heeded red flags dropped by nearly everyone with an ounce of common sense, none of this would have happened. Daniel would still live here; hell, Peter might be still there too. And Erin, and Chris. Why did Live Oak have to suck so badly, especially considering it was so awesome only a couple of years ago?

8. Speaking of Peter, he and Jess are going to have no free time once their kid is born (Chris and Wanda all over again...).

9. My boss is sarcastic pretty frequently. This is fine in of itself, except I can't pick up on it, and it's really exhausting to try and figure it out.

10. Our new hire who sits behind me has no concept of personal space. His way of asking for Skittles when I have earphones on and am coding is to put both hands on my shoulders and shake (granted, this has abated somewhat). It's incredibly fucking annoying. And he's just awkward to talk to.

11. I'm not nearly as good on the piano as I was six years ago. And I really have no reason to play it. I want to be able to play well, but have no motivation to actually play.

12. I hate my drive to work. I hate my drive back even more. (Granted, replacing my CD player with one that works has made this more bearable.)

13. I'm exhausted in every respect.