[Bitscape munches down on some leftover chips and cheese sauce from the fest.]

Today had to be one of the most pathetically lethargic workdays I've had in a long time. Now, I know that part of it had to do with the standard shock readjustment of my sleep schedule. But I also know that a big part had to do with the mind-numbingly vague nature of the latest batch of tasks.

Picture: Eyes glazing over, staring at the static screen, wondering what the hell it is that I'm even supposed to be looking for, much less doing. Like trying to pilot a submarine through a sea of cold molasses.

"Um... excuse me, waiter? I'd like an extra dozen pages of redundant mindless filler text with the next Word doc. That way, maybe this time I'll finally keel all the way over into a coma on the spot, and be out of my misery. Oh, and yes please, I'd like a glass of wine with that too. Thank you."

Now, I know for a fact that my brain was not totally fscked today, because I did get a couple of bugs to fix, and upon opening vim and melding with the code, the wheels upstairs began to turn, and actually hit some traction. Maybe requiring a tad more effort than usual, but still, some real work to perform. Yipee.

During my lunch break, I wasn't feeling the least bit hungry. The daily number of people going to lunch with "the group" has gradually gone down over the past few months, to the point of sometimes being virtually nonexistent. Today, I neither felt like eating, nor did I feel like trying to rouse the troops. I did feel like taking an exit from the building.

I took Tobias on a little shopping trip to get a few needed supplies. CompUSA first. Got some longer ethernet cable for Argo, so she'll be more comfortable in her current position. Two lengths of 7.6m each (the second in anticipation of when I put Argo back on the DSL directly, which I intend to do one of these days). Yeah, baby. Also got a 2m PS/2 extension for my keyboard. I had used a similar cable for Dagobah, except it was AT style, and so couldn't be transfered to Argo. Much more breathing room to put the keyboard on my lap and lean back.

Then, it was Wal Mart. Shampoo. (Clean out since last week, so that was kind of necessary.) Check. Deodarant. (Wasn't out yet, but would be within a week.) Check.

Tobias is overdue for an oil change. I had some oil already, but needed a more elegant way of disposing with the old oil. Last time, I used those nasty buckets, and it got all over the place. Went to the auto section and found a nice pan with a drain into a sealed container. Nice. Now I just need some daylight to change it in. These days, that would mean the weekend. (Yes, I really should have done it during one of the breaks, but you know the saying: Procrastination is not just a river in... Er... Wait a sec. I guess it's just not a river at all.)

[Bitscape stops typing for the duration of Me and a Gun. Filling the air with the clatter of keys while that song plays would just be... wrong somehow.]

[Bitscape cranks the speakers up to 20.]

Um... last night's rambling. About goals, destinations, progress, chasing stars, and what not. I don't think I quite covered the topic as much as I wanted to. More ideas, more material, more thoughts on steering through this course. What came out then was, at best, only half of the story. I was going to go into it tonight, but...

To be honest, I'm really feeling quite pooped at the moment. I just want to lay back on the bed, maybe pop in a movie or X files episode. (I'd watch the BTVS/Angel reruns if I had a feed piped into my room. I don't feel much like venturing out into the rest of the house except to retrieve food and take a shit right now. Those two events go in reverse order, BTW.)

If I feel really energetic later, I may return for another rambling. Right now, that looks doubtful though.