after my father left, i went back to sleep for about an hour before waking up again to work. for the next 10 hours i'd be working non-stop, production work the first half of the day, code work the other half. it wasn't difficult, there's just a lot of stuff to do, and with the graphics delivered to me last night and the deadline on wednesday, i'm supposed to do about 2 weeks' worth of work in under 2 days. i'm on the verge of another 4-letter-word tirade, but i'm going to save my energy. is it somehow my fault? maybe i have to be more vocal to the client and let them know that logistically it's impossible for me to finish on time. i think it's funny they think i work on weekends and nights, like every friday they leave me their home number and ask me to call if i have any questions. i think their assumption and my reality exist in two different dimensions. after this is all over, i wouldn't mind taking a short one week cheap vacation somewhere (although i'd probably use that money to buy a digital SLR or ungrade my hardware).
i finally stopped working at 8pm, heated up a television meal in the microwave, and watched some surface followed by prison break. maybe i'll go take a bath, something to help my unwind. i still have that slight cough and when was the last time i went running? i feel particularly unhealthy.
now with jawei gone, the place feels very empty. as much as i like living alone, there are times when i want a roommate, to have somebody to talk to. when you work from home, it really cuts you off from human social interaction. and when you live alone, it compounds the situation. i could probably go a week or more without seeing another person. slowly, surely, i am becoming a recluse, not by design, but through circumstances.