I'm listening to the OBC Rent for the first time in ages -- I almost always listen to my tapes of actual shows instead. This sounds so clean and smooth and utterly unlike the real thing -- I remember reading somewhere that the cast had really disliked the official recording because it didn't have the energy of the show. I'm seeing why, now. It's not bad, but it's bland in comparison to an actual performance.

Today was yet another bug-fix day -- I'm down to 19 open, which is actually a significantly low number. Rachel, the fiend, is at zero. I'm surprised by this; I've been feeling all week like I'm way behind on fixing bugs, and to realise that I'm actually keeping up reasonably well makes me feel a lot better. All the bugs I fixed today were tiny ones, mostly GUI changes. Tomorrow I need to start poking at the crunchy ones.

In passing today I saw Gretchen mentioning something about feeling an 'actual malaise' -- dizzy, nauseous, aching, tired. Me too, I said belatedly. I've been so intensely tired for weeks, and feeling sick on and off -- it's ridiculous. I really ought to see a doctor about it, but ... well, I went on about this yesterday, too. I'm lazy, I dislike spending the time, and I really don't like the doctor experience generally, so I'm not sure when I'll get around to it. Hearing that Gretchen and a few other people felt much the same made me feel better, though -- maybe it's an actual illness going around and not just my mood. This would explain why all my attempts at mood-alteration don't make a dent.

My food problems didn't really pop up during dinner last night, for which I was grateful. I drank about ten cups of the tea, and ended up not having time/room for dessert. Hopefully my working stomach will continue tomorrow; I'm going to La Fondue with Keely and Marith and Jim and probably Trip and Chrisber. It's no longer one of my favourite restaurants in the world, but it's fun, and the last time I was there (this spring) I was feverish and ill and didn't enjoy it very much.

Not only was dinner last night yummy, but I had fun also. The conversation was entertaining if sometimes awkward. Keely is a nifty person, with a soft voice and an intensely odd sense of humor... I've known about the latter for a long time, but I hear her voice so rarely that I forget how much I like it. Very pretty and modulated. We talked about her graduate work and my silly Java problem, and somehow I ended up rattling on about Ally McBeal way too much.

After dinner Jim & I went home, to watch Ally. Keely and Marith showed up about halfway through, so I made snide comments during commercials about who was who. It wasn't a very good episode, so I probably haven't convinced Marith she should be watching. I still think she should see all of the first season -- it really was quite excellent. The second season is okay, but I haven't liked the majority of the episodes thus far.

Once Ally was over there was more conversation, with Marith taking off fairly early. I caught Keely up on my life, which was interesting. She's someone I've known for a long time (five years now), and she's always shared her emotions with me, whereas my defense mechanisms kept me from saying much about myself that wasn't in response to her. Not that I realised any of that until last night, rereading email we exchanged with each other over the years. She always initiated the conversations, and she did most of the sharing -- I responded sincerely but never offered anything. I think I made up for some of that, last night. It's not something I feel bad about, but it'd be nice to balance it out. Being close to her is important to me.

Hmn. I'm not getting any more work done. I did get Angband compiled, but it's having serious colourmap problems. Time to go home.

Runglee Rungliot is the name of the Indian Darjeeling Vivek left on my desk some time back. I haven't had more than a cup of it, mostly due to forgetting to bring my teapot to work. Maybe for Christmas I'll get another glass one that I can just leave here so I don't have to worry about it. Anyway, I love the name.