If good titles were dollars, I'd still be broke.

I flipped through one of the programs I'm working on at work today and noticed that I had left myself a note in the middle of a semi-complex IF statement that had given me headaches before I finally wrote it a slightly less elegant way than planned. I remembered writing it--it was several days ago, as I have two things going on right now--just as I was leaving for the day, I saw, in a blinding flash of clarity, what had caused the original problem. Since I didn't have time to fix it, I just wrote myself a little note to describe the problem. The trouble was that the note I left myself was so cryptic that it took me twenty minutes to figure out what the heck I was talking about. What had I written to make sure I remembered what to do? "AND NOT". How's that for planning?

M and I have been completely unable to focus on anything productive lately. I don't know if it's because of the change in weather, or because we've spent so much of our time being very very busy lately, or if we're just lazy, but it's been so hard to get stuff done in the evenings or even on our days off. We have clothes to wear most of the time, and that's about as domestic as I get.

I narrowly avoided a major mishap tonight. I was in the downstairs bathroom, looking in the mirror at the head of hair that I'm totally in hate with right now, and thinking.. you know, I could totally cut that myself. For some reason, the fact that I don't even know how I want it cut, and have never cut a girly head of hair before, and wouldn't dream of actually snipping at my hair in a serious way with scissors.. that didn't want to stay firmly in my mind. I'm going to have to do something about it before I drive myself mad. I just hate to get it done because they always want to ask me bloody questions. If I wanted to answer questions, I'd go see a shrink, just get the freaking scissors and get going! Perhaps I am a little abnormal that way.

Oh! I've been meaning to mention that my husband is so sweet that my dentist must pay him commissions. He brought me white carnations today.. they're so pretty. I should also note that he has kept me in fresh flowers pretty much constantly since we moved. I'm a very lucky girl. These I brought upstairs to sit on the new bookcase in the computer room so I could see them more often, and there's a halogen lamp beside it that gives off a lovely glow to the bottom of the buds. It looks very nice.

He started a little thing when we were still dating. (I have a hard time thinking of it as dating when each "date" cost a round-trip intercontinental plane ticket plus the standard dinner and a movie.) He would randomly give me Happy Tuesday gifts. (Replace Tuesday with the day of the week.. Tuesday and Thursdays were popular days for it, though.) Once, there was a pair of earrings in the refridgerator, and a necklace pendant while walking through the mall, a hairbrush to replace one of mine that was totally falling apart--he had studied it carefully to make sure he picked the right kind, and at least one stuffed animal. There have also been countless flowers of various types, as were today's carnations. He always said that he wasn't as good at the "cute stuff" as I was, but as far as I'm concerned, he's pretty wonderful.