My back has been hurting all weekend. Major suckage. I'm tired and my tizandine don't seem to be working so well anymore, so I'm going to stop taking them for a while. I'm probably building up a tolerance to them, which is really strange. I usually don't build up tolerances that easily. I've been having to take 2 pills, and the dosage says 1/2 to 1 pill. It rips up my stomache something fierce. Poor me.
I'm at work finally, and it's good to be back. I told TFox I'd do some perl for him tonight, and I'm feeling kind of dirty because of that. Perl does not give me happy thoughts. It's a fairly simple script though, just does a few things with DBI. It's been a while since I've written anything in perl (a year? maybe more) so I'm probably going to have to rtfm a little to get my groove back. I wish I could do it in c, but he wants perl. Blah!
I'm feeling kind of bummed today, and I'm not sure why. I managed to get in 5 hours of sleep before I came in to work, and I should be extremely happy over that. I'm sure I'll snap out of it once I get my code on. I think I finally left my burnout phase, and now it's time for 2 or 3 weeks of 18/7 coding.
I met a homeless guy yesterday. I'm usually fairly cynical and jaded when it comes to homeless people, but I'm inclined to believe this guy was telling the truth. Mainly because he was in Henry county, and there are absolutely no bums in Henry county. It's not that we are all rich or anything, it's just that it's so far from the city. It'd be like finding a bum in farm country. It usually doesn't happen. He said he came to Georgia because his daughter died, and something happened to his truck - the city towed it? I didn't really understand that part. He has a home back in Kentucky, and he just wants to get back to it. I gave him my phone number and told him Christian City could probably help. Christian City is a community just next to Fayetteville. They do all kinds of homeless/charity work, so I figured if this guy really is legit and just wants to get back home, they could probably help him. He asked me to take him to church Sunday morning, but I told him I was going to be out of state. I'm just some innocent girl, and the idea of having a homeless guy in my car doesn't sound all that safe. Also, that would require that I go to church, and I'm not a Christian. I hope he calls me if he really needs some help though. I can find a way to get him to Christian City, even if it's just to pay a taxi to take him there. I really feel bad for him, and I want to do anything I can to help him. Maybe I'm just a fool, but I'd rather say I tried to help instead of just casting him off like the alcoholic bum everyone else is sure to think he is. If there's even a chance he's telling the truth, I don't want to turn my back on him. Everyone so far has told me I'm way too gullible. Maybe I am. sigh.