i feel like i'm being punished somehow yet i don't exactly know why. what did i do to deserve such a fate? my every waking hour now solely devoted to finishing 3 projects that are due the monday after thanksgiving. even now i am still waiting for all the assets to come in, assets that were perhaps supposed to be delivered to me weeks ago. i'm not pointing any fingers, but as the programmer i know i'm going to be the one who's going to be getting the shaft because i'm the one who's building everything. any little unresolved details i stand to catch and fix. maybe i shouldn't be complaining, i've lived a pretty easy life for much of the year, now it's just time to pay my penance. i'm still optimistic everything will be finished come next monday - i'm just afraid of the toll it's going to take on my body and mind when i eventually crawl across that finish line. i've just been feeling worn down the past few weeks. partly it has to do with work, and partly it has to do with the cough i caught. maybe the weather's got something to do with it as well. add some holiday stress into that mixture, it's just a weird time right now. i can't wait for this month to be over.
i started working the moment i woke up. my sister asked if i could call our parents in taipei to ask them how to work the tea brewing machine at the cafe. i managed to get through but the phone wasn't turned on. it didn't matter anyway because they're not in taiwan right now, they're in harbin, china. in the early evening i took a break to take a nap and to have some dinner, watching the SVU marathon on television. a few hours later i was back in my bedroom coding away again. it wasn't as bad as i thought it'd be; thankfully the initial code i wrote took into account the fact that i'd be adding a bunch of audio files. i uploaded a new version of the code onto my server before calling it a night. sleep a few hours, wake up, go back to work.