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Apr. 6th, 2003 05:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miko2It's 5 am. I'm supposed to be somewhere for a Steampunk rpg game by 1 pm, and I haven't gone to sleep yet.
Of course, it's really only 4 am, the time I normally go to sleep. Danm Daylight saving's time.
Anyway I'll get up late, I won't have made my taco dip yet, I'll arrive late, and I'll be in a bad mood because of lack of sleep and whatever, and then I'll spill some food or a Dr. Pepper or something. And I'll be in a bad mood. WEll, actually, I probably won't be in a bad mood by the time I arrive, but I'm in a bad mood thinking about it right now.
The thing about these games is, I enjoy them when I'm there, but the act of getting there and the anticipation of the game itself is not enjoyable in the least. Too much work. Not like I actually have to run the game or get my house ready for people to come, but still, it always feels like I have too much to do and no time to do it in.
I was going to make a couple of new mix cds tonight, one of more Arabic-like music and one of more general world music. I didn't have time to do both. I was going to make extra copies for a couple of friends, and also design covers for all of them. I dind't have time to do both. So I made one new Arabic mix and made some copies for friends, and that was it.
And I didn't make my taco mix. The meat wasn't thawed yet anyway. :P
I was really pissed off at my roommate an hour and a half ago. REALLY pissed off. I tried to go to sleep, but I was too worked up. You see, Tom works swing like I do. This means I don't get a lot of time to myself at home, because he keeps the same schedule. Most people might phrase that differently, as in "we actually get to see each other" instead of "I don't get to be alone" but I'm not a very social person much of the time. I like to be alone. I can think without being interrupted. I can read a story, or write one, without some frickin' idiot looking over my shoulder and making stupid inane comments like, "Still working on that story? How's it going? Getting a lot done? Kicking butt and taking names?"
Hey, moron. In case you didn't notice, I'm trying to write a story here. Go away and leave me alone.
I'm being cruel here, but Tom is this person who feels the need to talk to you every two minutes, regardless of what you're doing. The only time he's not like that is when he's watching a movie. I find it impossible to accomplish anything on my computer when he wants to describe EVERY SINGLE FRICKIN' GUN he looks at on the firearms ebay website that he visits every day religiously. Last night he was looking through a book of old illustrations of motor vehicles from a century ago, trying to imagine what his Steampunk character might have invented, and he had to show EVERY S(NGLE FRICKIN' PICTURE to me, one a minute, when I was clearly trying to concentrate on something else.
I guess I'm just cold and heartless, but I could care less about the boring details of Tom's life, especially where guns are involved. I work eight hours a day, I sleep eight hours, I spend 2 hours going to work and coming back, I have just a few hours to myself every day and I don't want to spend them listening to Tom talk about his guns.
So. I was pissed off at Tom. But part of the problem is, of course, that the computer in my room is a Lunux box that isn't connected to my network and I can't boot up again if I shut it down because I don't remember the password. Ergo, it's useless to me, and all the computers that I might want to work at in provate are in the computer room I share with Tom. This is a really easy problem to solve -- just switch the Linux box with one of my other computers in the computer room. But I guess until now I hadn't found an excuse good enough to force me to actually do it.
Until an hour ago. As of now, I can once again write stories, surf the internet, and basically do whatever I want in the privacy of my own room. I can't even remember why I thought it was a good idea to put the Linux box in there in the first place.
And it was a stupidly easy thing to do, swapping the two computers. I don't know why it took me months to do it.
So I guess the moral of the story is, anger can be a good motivational tool. Or something.
Anyway I need to sleep now... couldn't make my cd covers if I wanted to right now, since the computer that the printer was plugged into is now in my room, and I haven't bothered plugging it into anything else and setting it back up again....
Of course, it's really only 4 am, the time I normally go to sleep. Danm Daylight saving's time.
Anyway I'll get up late, I won't have made my taco dip yet, I'll arrive late, and I'll be in a bad mood because of lack of sleep and whatever, and then I'll spill some food or a Dr. Pepper or something. And I'll be in a bad mood. WEll, actually, I probably won't be in a bad mood by the time I arrive, but I'm in a bad mood thinking about it right now.
The thing about these games is, I enjoy them when I'm there, but the act of getting there and the anticipation of the game itself is not enjoyable in the least. Too much work. Not like I actually have to run the game or get my house ready for people to come, but still, it always feels like I have too much to do and no time to do it in.
I was going to make a couple of new mix cds tonight, one of more Arabic-like music and one of more general world music. I didn't have time to do both. I was going to make extra copies for a couple of friends, and also design covers for all of them. I dind't have time to do both. So I made one new Arabic mix and made some copies for friends, and that was it.
And I didn't make my taco mix. The meat wasn't thawed yet anyway. :P
I was really pissed off at my roommate an hour and a half ago. REALLY pissed off. I tried to go to sleep, but I was too worked up. You see, Tom works swing like I do. This means I don't get a lot of time to myself at home, because he keeps the same schedule. Most people might phrase that differently, as in "we actually get to see each other" instead of "I don't get to be alone" but I'm not a very social person much of the time. I like to be alone. I can think without being interrupted. I can read a story, or write one, without some frickin' idiot looking over my shoulder and making stupid inane comments like, "Still working on that story? How's it going? Getting a lot done? Kicking butt and taking names?"
Hey, moron. In case you didn't notice, I'm trying to write a story here. Go away and leave me alone.
I'm being cruel here, but Tom is this person who feels the need to talk to you every two minutes, regardless of what you're doing. The only time he's not like that is when he's watching a movie. I find it impossible to accomplish anything on my computer when he wants to describe EVERY SINGLE FRICKIN' GUN he looks at on the firearms ebay website that he visits every day religiously. Last night he was looking through a book of old illustrations of motor vehicles from a century ago, trying to imagine what his Steampunk character might have invented, and he had to show EVERY S(NGLE FRICKIN' PICTURE to me, one a minute, when I was clearly trying to concentrate on something else.
I guess I'm just cold and heartless, but I could care less about the boring details of Tom's life, especially where guns are involved. I work eight hours a day, I sleep eight hours, I spend 2 hours going to work and coming back, I have just a few hours to myself every day and I don't want to spend them listening to Tom talk about his guns.
So. I was pissed off at Tom. But part of the problem is, of course, that the computer in my room is a Lunux box that isn't connected to my network and I can't boot up again if I shut it down because I don't remember the password. Ergo, it's useless to me, and all the computers that I might want to work at in provate are in the computer room I share with Tom. This is a really easy problem to solve -- just switch the Linux box with one of my other computers in the computer room. But I guess until now I hadn't found an excuse good enough to force me to actually do it.
Until an hour ago. As of now, I can once again write stories, surf the internet, and basically do whatever I want in the privacy of my own room. I can't even remember why I thought it was a good idea to put the Linux box in there in the first place.
And it was a stupidly easy thing to do, swapping the two computers. I don't know why it took me months to do it.
So I guess the moral of the story is, anger can be a good motivational tool. Or something.
Anyway I need to sleep now... couldn't make my cd covers if I wanted to right now, since the computer that the printer was plugged into is now in my room, and I haven't bothered plugging it into anything else and setting it back up again....
