Camels in the Mist

Not really much to post about today. It’s been an on and off day

Woke up around 2 in the afternoon and i’ve basically done jack all day, except chit chat on IRC. I wrote a database debugging/tracer module to look for suspicious activity. Thanks to Neo for helping debug it :P. We’ll see if that helps get to the bottom of some isolated issues that have popped up from time to time…

Trel made a nice big fuckup of the hosting database, spent a couple hours on a wild goose chase for an error that was in a different module all along. Joy and squeaky-clean happiness. Finally got it fixed, only to find out that the history was irrevocably lost, had to restore it from an older backup. luckily that wasn’t too much extra work, but it was more work than should have been necessary.

I’m randomly sleepy and awake at the same time, a heavy mixture of coffee and alcohol has me up and down like a sine graph who’s amplitude and periods decided to take a vacation together somewhere in east florida. Screw being constant.

Saw Sin City last night. I rather enjoyed it, one of the better movies i’d seen in quite a while. Heh, actually, it kinda blew me away. Makes me itch to pick up the pen again sometime soon. And i just might. Who knows.

Another blast from the past came out from left field this evening also. More help debugging PHP, sometimes i want to ask what’s been up in someone’s life, but a 3+ year old project in the works that borders on necrophilia… sometimes i want to ask about progress on it, but then i remind myself that i honestly don’t care. Part of the alcohol in me tonite is in there for just that reason. I don’t want to forget, but sometimes, i can forget for just a little while. Hard to believe it’s been over six months already. Hard to believe i never got to say goodbye.

The smoke that fills the cheap joint obscures vision, a permanent smog that hovers just above the levels of the patrons. The servers who move through it leave swirls and eddies, like toy boats in a puddle after the rains. I sit in the back booth, drinking it all in, as the man at the piano picks up the tune, soft, but loud enough to be audible over the low murmur that fills the place. Nobody’s listening, except me, my finger moving slowly across the top of my shotglass, noiseless, thinking. Seven worlds away. The pianoman relentlessly toys out a melancholy tune that bites at your heart. You think about her, and about the way things went down. Outside the rain pours… nobody’s leaving soon. You want to stop listening, but you can’t shut out the music. Relentlessly. The night drifts away. When the smoke finally settles as the last few semi-sober patrons make their way out of the bar, all that’s left is me, crying myself softly to sleep, the shotglass tipped, leaking the last few drips of vodka onto the grimy table. This one’s for you, starshine.

Currently Listening to:
[ Mad Season ] Matchbox Twenty - You Won't Be Mine
"Write your soul down word for word
See who's your friend, Who is kind
It's almost like a disease
I know soon you will be

Over the lies, you'll be strong,
You'll be rich in love and you will carry on
But no - Oh no, No you won't be mine"

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