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Butterscotch pudding is yummy.

(Click below to read the rest - I'm trying to avoid spamming with excessivly long entries. Comment if you'd rather I just leave it all on one page).

I'm sitting here staring at some MOO (MUD, Object Oriented) code, and realizing several things. First, comments and descriptive variable names really make code easier to read. Second, I really need to get back into programming. I can't make heads or tails of this, even though it appears to be pretty straightforward. Of course, I haven't spent more than 2 minutes looking at it.

On second thought, I'm sure I'll get quite enough of programming this fall when my class starts, so there's no reason to get back into it now when there's so many other things I could work on. I should pay more attention to Ansible, though.

Class worked out alright. Technically, I can't make up the work, but it sounds like the teacher is willing to work with me. Will I bother? Doubtful. I don't think it will effect my grade to the extent that I won't pass the class, and since I'm taking it pass/no pass, it doesn't really matter what I get. I'm amazed the teacher is being this cool about it. She's mellowed this past week or so. I think she's in better health now than she was the past few weeks before this, which probably helps.

Pretty much everyone in class asked where I'd been and said they'd been worried about me. I feel loved! :)

I got a haircut Friday. Not a major one - it's just below shoulder length now, and was about 5 inches longer before. Still, that's enough that it should be noticable. But not one person has commented on it. I don't mind... I just find it somewhat surprising.

I'm in the process of trying to find someone to take the second room of my apartment. Everyone who sounds sane ends up finding someplace else before they even get a chance to check out my apartment. But there's plenty of interest. My main worry right now is a 40 year old guy who is interested in it. That would just be creepy. I'm trying to figure out how to tactfully tell him that he's too old. Probably something along the lines of "I'm looking for someone closer to my age".

I'm really hoping that sometime soon the correct person will just magically appear out of nowhere. That tends to be how my life works. I'm not counting on it, but it would sure be nice.

I'm debating what operating system(s) to stick on my new box at work. It's not that difficult a question, just one that I don't really have time to think through right now. Quite an odd problem, really - too many new toys. If I spent the time I should spend concentrating on each one of them, I'd easily use up a few weeks of work. Not that I'm complaining. Worst case scenario is that I don't get the new workstation running for a while, and that doesn't really matter. I've got a workstation. I can live without a new one until I have the time to configure it properly.

Back to the bike tomorrow. I didn't ride to/from class today, since I'm still feeling a bit weak from being sick. So I've been almost a week without riding, which should put me back about where I was before I started. By this time tomorrow evening, my butt will be hating me.

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[tarie.livejournal.com]

I say just leave everything in one post. I don't mind long posts. In fact, I usually ramble on for eons in mine.