August 27-28, 2000 — Disappointing myself

This is my 100th journal entry on anti-greg, and I was hoping I could make it in the much improved and completely redesigned journal section, but alas, it's not finished. So we'll have to stick to baby-blue and black for one more day.

In the meantime, after hours upon hours of coding, the "discuss" section has a new look as well as a much stronger message board engine that should give everyone an idea as to how the new journal section will look. If they picture it with Matt's drawings, instead.

Enough about the site, though. There's me to talk about. Ha.

The last two days have been debilitatingly boring. I've basically spent all my time coding the BV3 site, anti-greg, and some pages for my old job (how delightful to be able to call it that) that needed to be finished up.

Yesterday's coding marathon actually worked its way well into today (I seriously moved straight to the computer after waking up this morning), and I was only pried away from the wonders of HomeSite (the Greg-approved HTML editor!) thanks to a doctor's appointment mid-afternoon and a trip downtown to fix some files in at work.

My mom scammed me into going to the doctor, claiming I had to go in order to get refills on my prescription for psoriasis (I can think of worse genetic diseases, so I won't complain). But it turns out she only wanted me to go so that I could get a blood test. I think she figures that I must be plenty unhealthy due to all this vegetarianism nonsense, and I'm inclined to think she's right. But dammit, if I didn't get it tested, I'd still think I was fine! Bah.

My trip downtown was fairly uneventful. I gave anti-greg stickers to a number of people, as I don't think I'll be able to make it downtown many more times before I leave for Toronto. (I'll probably only go to Ottawa one more time, to get my right industrial repierced.) I used up one of my Pita Pit cards that will be void in Toronto to procure a free feta pita, and then I headed to work.

Work was uneventful. Well, I mean, I kicked furniture out of frustration and threw things, but nothing out of the ordinary happened, as far as my working habits go. I only stayed a couple of hours.

On the bus ride home, I was working my way through "Life After God" by Dougle Coupland again. Now that I've re-read "Generation X" and "Microserfs," "Life After God" is the logical next step. For some reason, I almost started crying during the trip to the Kanata Park-and-Ride (or Parc-o-bus, as they say in French). And I wasn't at a sad part in the book either; I guess some part of me decided it had been too long since I cried in public and figured it was time to change that. Anyways, it's not like anyone noticed. But it was strange nonetheless.

I'm feeling pretty burnt out, so it's sleep time. Take a look at the new message board, though, and think of the hours of pain and suffering that went into it. Then realize that you couldn't care less about increasingly complex message boards or my pain and suffering, and make fun of or generally taunt me as much as possible in the knowledge that your jeers will be presented in a much more aesthetically-pleasing form.