Fueled by Stress

Very manic today. I have plenty of reasons to be depressed or pissy, but really I am so god-damned hyperactive today I am having a hard time sitting still to update this. Feet are tapping away beneath my desk, despite the fact that 'The Golden Palaminos' really aren't feet-tapping music.

I tend to respond oddly to stress. The more stressed, the more I have to do, the more crap that gets piled in front of me, the more manic / giddy / motivated I get. Which doesn't necessarily mean I am in a good mood, I am quite capable of being both manic and angry at the same time, but I tend to have more energy then I know what to do with.

Conversely, in those days when all I have to do is attend a meeting or wait for a contract to arrive I get bored and depressed. I don't necessarily self-motivate well, I tend to loose focus of my personal projects and sink into depression or escapism ( books, comics, video games, etc. ) or just sleep through the day.

So, yeah, last twenty-four hours has sucked ass, but I am hyperactive as hell and no idea when I'll get to sleep tonight.

Server setup is going well. Almost guaranteed to be a success now since I have shed blood over it. Blood sacrifices to the IT god tend to insure server reliability, at least such has been my experience in the past. When I ran a server farm for a web-hosting facility it was always the two servers that were assembled without bloodshed that seemed to overheat or break. But a little too hyper right now to finish it up. Almost twitchy which doesn't guarantee safe installation of sticks of ram or network cards.

The actual software build for the intranet is pretty far along. Nothing like being freakishly hyperactive to kick ones typing speed up another notch. At some point I am going to have to pause and document it but that takes time and is slow and code writing is going fast enough now that I don't want to pause to do that. Likely it'll bite me in the ass later when I can't figure out what a critical variable was supposed to be doing, but c'est la vie.

Water heater is... interesting. Picked up replacement piping for the hose that is leaking, as well as a large quantity of duct tape and some rubber leak seals. But the thing itself was electrified when I went to install it. Nothing like a good bit of voltage to wake oneself up and knock you on your ass. Luckily I wasn't standing in a puddle of water at the time that I touched it. Have since flipped the breakers off and swapped stuff around. Haven't turned the breakers back on yet, they are amp'ed at 40 which is wrong anyways, building code says 30 amps so wondering what'll happen when I turn it back on. But water is back on without leaking so I at least have a flush toilet again.

Plus I didn't tell the landlord so he hasn't dropped the "Well, think it is time to re-model and sell this place, you have 30 days to move out." bomb on me yet.

Headache is persisting, but it is a dull thud in the background and not quite enough of a spike of pain in the skull to distract me from everything I have to do.

Welcome to my life. I consider days like this to be as good of a proof of their being divine beings as I am ever likely to get. Because quite honestly, for this much completely stupid shit to happen at once means someone up there hates me. Joke is on him/her/it/them though, their hate only makes me stronger. Mua-ha-ha-ha-ha!