Noah (angelbob) wrote,
Noah
angelbob

My truck's dead. Again. As of last night. In Hayward. This time it seems to be the alternator, and is definitely something electrical in nature.

Rather than brave a tow-truck in morning commuter traffic, I took BART to Fremont and discovered I can walk home from the BART station in about 50 minutes. There are buses, but the only one whose number I knew for sure takes a really funky route. My strategy of walking the right direction until I saw a bus stop with the correct number was thus handily foiled.

I'm the only guy determining the quality of the release we make to a customer. Tomorrow. And the amount of required work quadrupled. Yesterday.

A couple of flavors of interpersonal drama are attempting to reenter my life. I'm not sure yet how I feel about them, but ignoring them and inviting them both give my stomach a sky-is-falling reaction.

My personal finances are feeling similar right this second.

If the hot tub guy fucks up badly installing the new board today, that'll make sort of a clean sweep.

On the plus side, I have a functioning computer at home again, mostly. This has allowed me to do a wee bit of Phantasmal development for the first time in way too long.
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