October 27, 2002 :: 9:55 p.m.
things will never be okay this way
Eck. Tonight has been rather unpleasant, overall. I'm working on a new layout for this thing, and I really like it, but for some fucking reason the code keeps messing up when it shouldn't be. As in, there will be the same piece of code in two different places, and it works the first time but not the second. Things like that. And it's frustrating me to no end, because shit like this always happens. It's not like I'm trying to be all super designer or anything... jesus. Just work with me here.
Oh, and does anyone perhaps know if it's wrong to derive near-orgasmic pleasure and satisfaction from the thought of beating someone into bloody unconsciousness? Because if it is, I'm going straight to hell. Though I guess that's one of the advantages of being a non-Christian - that pesky "eternal torment and damnation" isn't part of my belief system, and so it doesn't really apply. But in any case, yeah, I seriously need to take up some sort of aggressive hobby (like kick-boxing), because I've got lots of pent-up rage that would benefit from being released.
Either that or I just need to forget about the few good things in my life that I would miss if I were in jail for the next 147 years and go on a killing spree. Hmm. Appealing, truly. I tingle at the thought of it. But unfortunately it's not an option, because if I were incarcerated I'd miss Adam and I don't think they really cater to vegetarians in prison. Alas.
So. As you may be able to tell, I am not in jovial spirits. Not in the least. I want to take a walk in the night-time coldness, but my legs are sore and walking would be no fun with achy legs. Grr.
I'm going to go hammer out some more codey goodness and hope things take positive turn. Wish me luck and things.
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