impulsive compressive

our neighbour's explanation of OC.

i slept much better last night, but the throat infection's still with me. i guess the fact that i haven't eased up on the smoking hasn't helped.

i got into the office, did some work, then went off to the hairdresser. they managed to fit me in half an hour after my scheduled time - i do wish they'd make it clear that they don't actually open until the first half-hour's passed.

i spent the day working on the report for the beach day, writing a long letter kindly requesting my long-overdue promotion, building towers out of plastic cups and eventually being able to do about an hour's worth of actual work.

and again, our shuttle didn't rock up. i had a chat with the guy responsible from our side, and listened to him talking to the shuttle company with a speakerphone. those bastards not only lied repeatedly, but were downright rude. i asked the guy if their contract allows for that sort of thing...

i stopped in at cafeneto for a salad and coffee, and got into reading dork whore. by the time i got home it was pretty late, and since then (around 7.45pm) i've been frustratedly playing with linux semaphores. thank the gods! it's all starting to make sense!
WHY DIDN'T I FIND THIS BEFORE?!

and now that i've wasted so much time focusing on all the wrong things, i'm rewriting the damn code from scratch so that it'll be appropriate.