What is a "weekend" when you're unemployed, anyway? Despite having been without a "real" job for over a month, I still find myself automatically structuring my mental plans around the concept of "weekends" and "weekdays". Tomorrow is a weekday. What does that mean to me?

I guess in a way, I've adhered to the structure through not doing job hunting during weekends, and I typically only work on buildmeasite during the "weekdays", although I did put several hours in on it this afternoon. (Well, I had been slacking last week, so it was only right.)

Letting the user have control of rowspans and colspans is proving to be a nightmare. It mostly works, but in the areas it doesn't work, it's logistically insane, both in terms of what to do and how to do it. I've been trying to wrap my brain around it for days, and it's still proving daunting, though I did get rowspan shrinking mostly working today.

I also spent several hours cleaning up the API to better match with the way the interface is currently doing. (As of now. It'll probably get another overhaul next week.) Also made some changes which I suspect will make certain operations more intuitive. At least I hope so. It's been needing it, because the way items were added was confusing virtually everyone who tried it.

Anyway... I called that good for the evening, and did a mass commit of all my changes. Hooray for cvs!

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Right now, a very appealing thought is running through my mind: Use the last little bit of gas in my car to drive down to my fave club, spend the last couple bucks of cash in my wallet on a cheap beer or two, and dance the night away.

If previous Sundays have been any indication, it'll probably be mostly vacant, but that's ok. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll see a few of the people I made acquaintances with on previous occassions. If not, I can just soak in some music, move my body a little, and relax.

Or would that not be a wise idea? The "good angel" who is fluttering over my right shoulder is telling me that it would be a much better idea to straighten up the hurricane-swept bedroom whose contents I started re-organizing yesterday, get the Lair in order for the week ahead, and get a good night's rest so I can wake up fresh in the morning.

The "bad angel".... well, it goes without saying. I haven't been back at that place for several weeks. I'm missing it, strange as that may sound. Am I addicted? Not to the alcohol, but to the place? (I could just as easily order sprite as a drink, and the idea would still be almost as appealing. In fact, I could even order nothing to drink, but I wouldn't feel very good about that, given that they do let you in for no cover on Sunday, and I like to support the place if I go there, even if it's just a tiny bit during the hard times.)

Hmmm... anyway, I've got an email to answer. I'll think about it for a few minutes, and let all the eager little vultures out there know which angel I obeyed next time I post a rambling.

Aw, who am I kidding? I feel very evil tonight. My Type O Negative cd just finished playing, and I dug every note of it. Damn you, Satan! Damn you. ;)

Here's to the power of insanity! Will it keep us sane today?