11.03.2002

 

i know i bitch about my life a lot and its increasing in frequency but i cant quite help it, its e only thing keeping me from actively hurting myself (as tho the things that happen arent enuf already). guess what? its 0041 now. ive spent more than 12 hrs in the editing studio already, after being let off on sat night (instead of sun morning) in view of my duty shift on mon, which means that i have to be in by 0600+. thats less than 5h from now - i havent even finished the crappy tape. narration is expected, ha ha, and premiere refuses to let me import the work so its either manually copy n paste 1 file at a time, or export the bloody thing into an avi, which takes quite a fair bit of time too. on top of that theres some pretty damned brainless copying of diagrams to do (5 of a block diagram, another 5 of a more complicated one) and 3 pages of a worthless journal nobody even bothers to read (its one of those must-submit things), not to mention that i wont get much sleep tomorrow (since im on duty) nor for the whole bloody week. and its another 1-day weekend next week, and the week after that, and the week after that, too. you get the idea. bloody hell.

OST- prodigy "fat of the land" album

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