fiddling. imbalanced.

it was a day of "slow and steady" - right until i discovered that the emergency worker role i put in place on sunday was broken: apparently a rather important chunk of code disappeared. or i didn't write it because i got distracted? either way, i was going crazy trying to debug it (hurriedly, of course), and eventually asked my new teammate for assistance.

he reminded me that i was working locally, with a debugger, and could set breakpoints. how bizarre! (o_O)

the other project that i'd put into production before going to bed turned out to have a different problem; another half-a-job that i can put down to a lack of concentration.

i... need... a... holiday. also, the shot of rum when i got home was desperately consumed and vital to my being able to leave for the theatre immediately afterwards.

fiddler on the roof was magical. i absolutely loved it - and it made me consider the wandering nature of the jews: i believe that's the problem that living in israel creates for our identity. if the central theme of being jewish is being the other, then living in a country in which we aren't the other kinda rains on the parade.

my teeth are super-sensitive, and i believe that's from the extreme heat of yesterday's soup and the pre-theatre coffee this evening; or it could be the ice-cream coming off the stick and being too large to spit out. that was a very awkward and gargly minute of my life.

i've just spent the past hour and a half fixing up my projects, because between tomorrow and sunday i don't want to know that they exist.