Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion) (montecristo) wrote,
Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion)

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It's three thirty in the morning and I CAN NOT SLEEP

This last day started out entirely all wrong. Yesterday morning I was on the toilet for damned near an hour suffering an attack of gas and diarrhea so terribly painful that I thought I was going to blow chunks into the trashcan into which I had buried my head. Where the hell did THAT come from. Fortunately, it only lasted about an hour. Okay, that's entirely TMI, I know, but I'm trying to draw a contrast between how my day started and how it ended. I've been up almost twenty-four hours now, and I feel too damned good to waste time sleeping.

Despite the way the day started, I managed to begin getting some things done. Tonight after work I just mailed out a package for a friend. I was feeling pretty satisfied with myself but the best part of the evening was yet to come. After gobbling down a burger at Carls Jr. I headed up to Berkeley to Robert's house so that he and I could get some work done on our project. He needs code to check out the processor pin assignments on the circuit board he is designing. So, we spent one heck of long time this evening, me writing test code and he managing the oscilloscope attempting to see if Robert's design is put together right.

Well, things went extremely well, even considering the challenges! We have pretty much verified the circuit board design and we are damned near ready to go for copper! YES. Robert leaves for Thailand on vacation on Thursday and won't be back until after the fifth of January next year. In that time, I've got to have a pile of code ready for this puppy so that we can get this beast to fly. Tonight I learned a great deal and the two of us hashed out a lot of the understanding about exactly how this software needs to be attacked. A big milestone was reached!

I didn't leave Robert's house until after 12:30 this morning, his wife and daughter having gone to bed hours earlier. I am still running on adrenalin. This is fantastic. Now if I can just maintain this design/code rhythm we should be in great shape. THIS THING COULD WORK! I can't come down. I made it home to San Joaquin County tonight in about 75 minutes -- a new personal record. To paraphrase my hero Cyrano de Bergerac, "I have ten hearts, a hundred arms. I am too big for mere mortal opponents, send me giants, gods, whole armies!" If this thing flies, everything changes. I'm so happy I could crap gold coins. Damn. I have to sleep!

I just feel so damned good. If the spouse hadn't left me months ago I'd have shagged the living bejeezus out of the girl when I got here. It is a strange and ironic torture to feel this great and have nobody soft, sweet, and squeezeable to take it out on. Gah! Had I gotten laid I'd have been asleep an hour ago. Heh heh. I polished off a cup of eggnog about an hour ago and it's having absolutely no effect. Perhaps if I tried adding rum and nutmeg. Got to go to the store and get some more rum and some nutmeg. Damn. I have an ear-to-ear grin I just can't wipe off. My voice is hoarse from singing along with the stupid car radio.

In addition to this, I found a new DVD/VCR player on my porch waiting for me when I got here. Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too, Mom! Will surprises never cease. Apparently, I had neglected to tell her that the ex took the TV as well as my old DVD player. Oh well, one thing at a time. I guess that now I have an excuse to go replace the glass teat, now that I could conceivably watch movies again. On the other hand, if I replace the motherboard having the fried AGP slot, I could watch them on this computer too. Dilemmas, dilemmas, but entertaining such quandaries may eventually render me sleepy enough to catch forty winks before I have to get up and go to work this morning. Robert and I are going to be so damned punch-drunk at work tomorrow.

Crap. It's 4:30. I have got to go count sheep or something -- I have to start getting ready for work in two hours or so. Perhaps I should just call in happy. Yeah, that'll fly. It's ideas like that which demonstrate that I need some damned sleep! Oh hell, maybe if I go stare at the insides of my eyelids I'll get inspired.

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