I've eaten all of my beans that I made in the slow cooker last week.  I fried, er refried some for breakfast on Saturday.  Truly, beans are filling and for breakfast they can't be beat  I was not hungry again until a little after one.  I ate the beans at 8ish.  At one I had pasta, cream of mushroom and tuna.  That was filling as well and I was not hungry again until 8ish.

Today I asked the client two questions.  The answers spoiled the rest of my day.  Basically they want functionality A, which depends on adding some things to the database.  The code to check for this is simple enough, but I want to be sure, ya know.  But no, they refuse to add the data to the TEST server import because god forbid they'd have to do it again at launch.  So I wrote my code and put a comment like this:  This works, I am the GOD of PHP, at least others think as much.  If shit breaks, it can not be this piece of code that did it.

Ick.  Even joking about being the god of PHP makes me ill. 

I cleaned the apartment this past weekend and wow.  I also moved the stereo and TV into the bedroom.  Moving the books that were piled all over lead to me discovering that, yes I do have my K&R and my Assembler books here.  The Python book may inspire me to do some of that as well.  I have this TODO list thing I want to code up.  I was going to do it this past weekend, but I cleaned.  I cleaned and moved stuff for 6 hours on Saturday and surprisingly I was up at 7:30 on Sunday and cleaned some more.  The carpet powder I used Saturday is still strongly scented in this room.  Must use again.

I was in bed last night at right around 10.  Woke up at 6:47 and wondered why the alarm had not gone off.  Resquinted at the clock and realized it was 5:47.  Sadly I was fully prepared to get up and start my day at 5:47.  So tonight a little later I shall commence sleeping.  Getting up early on Sunday was a good thing.

THAT GAL.  I think we have a failure to communicate going on here.  Last I spoke with her she was 'pondering' whether or not going out with me again, to dinner and a movie would be going down the 'date line'.  In my mind yes, it would be.  What we shared at the winery was a date.  Wine, conversation, all at the same table and for almost two hours, was a date.  Sure it was on a Sunday afternoon, impromptu, but a date nonetheless.  Afterwards I told her I enjoyed the afternoon, and wanted to do it again.  My comminques are not ambiguous.  So I work from that.  I'm interested.  She spent 2 hours talking about whatever in a social setting.  She's interested. Sure it may all end in tears ( Although I've not cried over a relationship since the 1997 breakup of $model_gf ) but can we at least move forward a little bit. 

So I was able to chat with her this weekend, and she was confused when I brought up the whole 'pondering' thing.  She was all 'you're too serious with all of this'.  Maybe I am.  Maybe I'm anxious.  Maybe I'm being selfish.  Perhaps I'm subconsciencely pasing on other opportunities on thin hopes that this one is real.  I don't know.  I'm never sure on how I feel.

As what is usually typical, I'll move on and she'll be interested again.  Or maybe she will never be interested.  I'm really bad at knowing when someone is into me.  I really wish more people were more direct.  I hate subtly.

Sometimes I wish I could just talk to someone, for hours and hours and hours about everything.  Just lay it all out on the line and not be judged.  Just have someone listen, or read or whatever.  To be honest. 

 I'm a listener too.  I can reciprocate.  Yin and Yang.  Dark and Light. Buttered Bread on the back of a cat.

Anyway it is nearing 23:00