brain pain train

 it's been two days of mr smear fucking with everyone and making things shit. this is really, really hard.

i swear to god everything is testing me and my patience today. it's an everything is broken kind of day.

yesterday:

our family meeting yesterday took a long time, and had some rough moments. then i left to meet up with firefighter, it was pretty early but already dark.

firefighter and i had a great catch-up, with a lot of surprising things coming out and connecting with our often-overlapping philosophies. kind of similar to my earlier meeting with arnavot. life is weird.

while mr smear was getting ready for bed, i took gd aside to discuss something troubling she'd said to mr smear during our family meeting. she did not take it well.

i don't recall much more of the night, but i did go to bed relatively early, and i guess i slept alright.

today:

back to work. i started my day setting up my paypal business account, then went to the office. i'd say it was a pretty good day, but mr smear's call in the morning was the start of a series of shit moves, and it set a nasty tone both because i suspected he was up to no good and because i told him so in rather crude terms before i realized that i was on speaker with the head of his arts program :/

aside from trying to help my buddy work through a couple of gotchas (one surprise in how java handles floats, and that floats were used in a system that deals with large quantities of money, and one surprise in how a database index was built in a way that renders it unusable), i managed to push through a fix that unblocked me for testing and begin the next piece of work. i had to leave the office early to join gd and meet mr smear's new therapist, but between the bus rides and after we got home, i managed to run a successful test and establish that the second one wouldn't be worthwhile.

the therapist seems nice, though i don't know if the two of us made such a good impression. i think she knows everything she needs.

coming home turned sour because gd insisted that we stop somewhere to pick up hummus, and we explored multiple blocks and then sarona, and there was no hummus (none open, at least). eventually, once i was thoroughly pissed off, we settled on getting the fuck home and ordering hummus via wolt.

fuck.

dinner would have been great if it wasn't for mr smear pushing buttons non-stop. that wasn't good for the vibe, but then while i was getting out of the shower i suddenly remembered what gd had told me he'd done in the afternoon - i warned him if i catch him or hear of him taking his phone into the bathroom again (he was pretending to use the toilet to sit on his phone and avoid doing his homework) i will fuck him up.

i don't know if the threat will work or not, but holy shit, that kid seems to be in dire need of some good ol' capital punishment.

it's been an hour or so, and i guess i'm still sitting with that shit on my chest. i've been upgrading my telephony project, and as soon as i'm done with the current phase i think i'm going to try to get some sleep.