black is black

inspired by an argument i just had with spot - the top 500 site's stream starts the album with one... that's very strange.

last night i got some quality work done. i was about to be late for the bus, when my boss caught me up into a debate with one of the dealers about the functionality of the primary app that i've been breaking my head over for months. apparently, there's a chance that all they'll want from it is functionality that was finished and klaar about a month ago. not difficult to do, of course - just a bitch that i may have wasted all that time and energy for nothing.

and it's not like i learned anything from the experience. i just have less patience for our provider.

speaking of which, i successfully employed my new tactic of cc'ing the boss on mails to him. the level of responsiveness has increased dramatically; we've also now gotten to a point where i just received an email expressing concern for my well-being given the current situation.

interesting.

i got home around midnight, spoke to my mom for a while, and then did the semi-sauna thing of letting the boiling water run out. my hot-water cylinder is MASSIVE, so that takes about 20 minutes of me standing there, feeling like an idiot. and it's hot enough anyway, i promise.

another tough wake-up, but i made the bus this morning... kind of. i saw it drive past, hopped another bus a few blocks, and then did a brisk walk and a quick sprint to make it in time. sprinting in uniform, in the heat and humidity, is none-too-pleasant.

it was a fantastically uninteresting day. i spent some of it looking into possible books to purchase, reading some more uhh, and playing spider solitaire. we did do some work, but it wasn't fun at all. sucked a bit, really.

about 3pm, i suddenly registered the time and the fact that it's thursday. the instant of excitement was completely ruined by the entire week slamming into perspective, and i've been zoned out since.

the kid and i met up with the mongoose on my way to work. the mongoose just cracks me up; he was ripping on me for going out with that sexy waitress (milf :P) tonight. spot and i were debating yesterday whether she's to old to be rated on the same scale as girls aged 18 - 35. the answer was a resounding "yes". and she definitely rates an 8.

right. back to work.