My jaw hurts!

I've had the same three songs stuck in my head for over a week now. Not just the main melodies, but the entire thing, bassline, drums, rhythm guitar and all. When I lie in bed at night, it's almost as if I'm having auditory hallucinations. Seriously, this shit is so vivid, it keeps me awake. I need a volume control for my imagination. And as if that's not maddening enough, I've also been gently chattering my teeth in time with the brainsongs, so my jaw is aching too. I'm a danger to myself.

Oh, holy shit, would you look at this! It's an update! I have nothing interesting to write about, but someone complained about my lack of posts so I thought I'd better write something - anything.

This week I have mostly been making Google my bitch. Well, not all of google, that would be crazy. I'm not running around the Googleplex slapping employees arses and screaming "You belong to me now". I'm not involved in a long and complicated plan to blackmail Larry Page or Eric Schmidt with ill-gotten pictures of them involved in bizarre sexual practices with Gary Glitter and a tub of swarfega.

No no, I mean I've been working some magic with ASP and our company's Google Mini search appliance - getting our intranet to send requests to the Mini, and have results returned in a manageable XML format using the MSXML2. Then I'm taking that XML feed, wrapping some pretty CSS around it, sticking on a bow and presenting it to staff as if it never left the original server.

Of course, if staff weren't so LAZY they wouldn't need a search engine. Can't be arsed to look around for procedure H2? That's ok, we'll spend a few grand on a search engine for you. But for future reference, it's listed under Procedures. Yeah, I know, it's complicated. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it.

Ah thank fuck it's Friday. If the weather stays nice tomorrow I might go get drunk up the park, spend an hour shouting at some trees, fall asleep and get massively sun-burned. I think Aimi's in town for some birthday drinks in ze evening. It'll be good to see Tom and that lot again.

On Sunday I'll visit my parents during the day, and in the evening I'll drown myself in a bath of my own puke. Lovely.