Des (deskitty) wrote,

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Well ... school's out, finals are over. This weekend was actually pretty shitty, due to the fact that I have trouble letting go of people sometimes.

Saturday was ... yeah. Saturday was a vodka day. For Friday evening and most of Saturday, I was in a quiet mood, or as I described it to Andy, "I'm in the mood where if I had a Significant Other right now, I would want to do nothing but lay in bed and spoon and cuddle as close as I possibly could." I was starting to miss people terribly.

Then I had a Hakuna Matata (vodka + ginger ale) with lunch, which allowed me to put some distance between me and my feelings of acute loneliness. I gave myself a chance to look at them, accept them, make peace with them and move on.

Saturday evening saw me hanging out with kithkanan, Arion and Cedric (who was down for the weekend). kithanan graduated, so we had a laid-back, mini party-like thing. Being around people, and being laid-back and quiet, helped cement my improved mood.

Sunday and Monday were mostly spent working on my proposal for Summer of Code (which is, of course, MetaFS-related). The silly thing took a fair bit of effort to write and perfect (thanks to my parents and northing for editing), but I was finally satisfied and submitted it at about 1400 today. It's 11 pages long (although there's a lot of whitespace, since each section begins a new page). Maybe once decisions have been made, I'll post it somewhere.

So, now that that's done, I can go back to actually being productive and writing code. ;) Mayhap a less-buggy MetaFS 0.1.4 will be forthcoming.

Still, here's hoping I get selected for SoC... ::knocks on wood::

-- Des

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