i guess i've been pigeonholed at work. people here call me "the coding machine." which may be flattering, but that just means that i get all the garbage codework that needs to be done these days. and THAT sucks.
come to think of it, i haven't done anything aside from coding and module-level verification. no back end stuff, no synthesis, no timing analysis. shit, at my first company, i even did scan insertion and ATPG!
sheeit.
I AIN'T NO CODE MONKEY!
man, my feet are sweaty. these steve madden shoes don't breathe very well, so the result is... nasty nasty wet foot-soles!
i had a serious bout of insomnia last night. i got into bed at 11pm, and didn't fall asleep until 2:00am. i hate it when dreams inherent involve some sort of plot that makes me wake up, although i can't remember exactly what last night's plot was. something to do with masa's, i think. yes, i am sort of stressed about that affair.
so yes, i played tennis with k4 last night. silly how i have to drive all the way up there for an hour of tennis, but still, she's really cute in how she gets upset with herself; see, she's just a beginner, and her shots have a tendency to go all over the place.
this morning, i got really sad for some reason. like, i couldn't do anything to get myself out of that funk. i was just plain old sad. i haven't felt that way in a long time, and for an instant, i thought i was back in a clinical depression state. luckily, i'm sort of out of it now, but still... i feel listless.
i *think* the haldol is doing me some good. i don't feel as anxious over the next tic, as inevitable as it is. *cheer* but the bad news is, i'm still ticcing, and it still fucking HURTS.
and the bad news is, my masseuse has an injury! tennis elbow. ugh. i hope i can still get the forceful kneads that my shoulder and neck need. 6:30. i can't wait.
in the meantime, i'm fretting over some code changes that i need to do. it's hard to work when i know that i'll be most likely leaving. sort of like senioritis, you know? i know when alan left his company, he had no desire to do anything at his old place, sort of like a "fuck 'em" attitude.