The Hamster poster is made. The exchange of hostages took place at an unidentified rest area on I-64 between Richmond and Hampton. Cali-boy and Dr. Science had to coordinate the operation around some visiting researchers from Georgia Tech on Dr. Science's end and Cali-boy's clock-in time at his job. This time tomorrow we'll all be in Blacksburg, the only non-Tech students at this event, to plug the project. Some of the other activities planned for this meeting sound neat too: an Appalachian band and tours of acoustics labs.
So that's one load off my mind. The mind is immediately reloaded upon learning that this microprocessor project is due Tuesday.
I spend nine hours in the Sun lab today. I don't even go home for lunch. I have a minor, hypoglycemic breakdown during which I manage to mess up my code and not see how to fix it and panic, but some apple juice takes care of that.
When I call Oz from the lab this morning, he says, "The Sun lab. You know, when you say that, I always think of you in a sundress, drinking lemonade…"
"Not a margarita?"
"No, lemonade."
I wish the reality matched the fantasy.
By 6:30 pm, I've got it mostly working. I've got a couple more instructions to test (and a fiddly thing to fix which I figure out on the way home) and then I have to start on data memory manipulations, which I'm saving for last. The light isn't exactly at the end of the tunnel just yet, but I see less darkness ahead.
262 words | December 2, 2004 09:40 PM | Ivory tower