I went to Beth's for dinner and had a 6 egg omelette. Since the purchase consumed what I consider an entire
day's worth of food money, I resolved to eat the entire thing. I am now hovering around critical mass. I haven't thrown
up in many years, and I'm sitting very still trying to maintain my status. No driving the porcelain bus for me tonight.
It would be very cool to code asmx86 for a living. I would go through the period of frantic learning, followed by
adjustment and application, followed closely by more learning and stuff. I want to write eurostars for pc. Maybe someone has already
done it, but I want slick controls and options to tax the high MHzes. Sitting there with the lights off tumbling through space
was fun in 9th grade.
Ugh. Omelette vows revenge for me eating the whole thing. Down Omelette. Down hash browns and toast.
Pleh. My room nears complete cleanliness. I think this is the last time. I think I'll have a job soon enough that I can
move out before my room gets messy again. If not as a DOS developer, then as a UNIX Systems programmer, Sysadmin, or Web Tech-of-some-sort.
My workin' friends over here are boggled by the way that the hi-tech job market works.
I think all you need to work in computers is a knack for picking things up quick, that's it.
A degree? Well, I guess one thing that a degree could mean is that it took four years for you to feel confident enough
to apply the things you already know. Would I trust a practitioner of medicine without a degree? Maybe an experienced one with lots of very healthy
patients.
In other eye-pokingly interesting news, the CD-ROM drive tried to eat my hand today. I was removing a CD, and it decided to close
(I nudged it with my hand) and my index finger, stuck through the center hole of the CD, got sucked into the drive. Fortunately
I was able to disengage the CD before any bad clicking sounds or dismemberments occurred.
Yuck. Egg burps. ow, ow.