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Escuchame, Mundo! ... That was the overly-dramatic title of this post until I decided to change it to 'Telecommuter', which is rather boring and, er, corporate.

"Escuchame, Mundo!" sounds like the name of a bad Mexican soap opera. One of those things that's on the TV at a good Mexican food joint. Where you walk through the kitchen to get to the restroom. Not unlike that place next to the Zig Zag Cafe in Seattle. I might have still been hung over from the previous night at the Zig Zag (they have a fun martini menu) when I ended up at that Mexican place, and that's probably why I can't remember its name.

Anyway.

I've been working at night lately, and there are several reasons for this.

Mostly, I do it just because I'm more productive at night. I don't know why, but I've always seemed to do my best work at night. I'm able to concentrate better, and there's a certain clarity in my head that's just not there during the day. This, alone, is a perfect reason to avoid the scorching Texas days.

The other big reason is that I get to work at home. I've seen people work at home before, and it tends to turn into watching movies while vaguely paying attention to whatever their job is. That's not how I do it. I may play with my cat a bit or do laundry while I'm working, but really, I'm certain I do more (and better) work at home than I do when I'm at the office. The institutional gray, the lack of good music, the personal facade every good American corporate drone uses, and the constant threat of being caught off-guard by a question from a co-worker (or my boss!)... they stifle my creativity and my motivation.

I don't know how the guys at work are taking this, though. I update the central code repository with new work, so I suppose they see what I'm doing. I also email updates to my project leader fairly often, and I suppose he believes what they say. It's not like I'm making things up in them, after all.

On the other hand, I was never explicitly allowed to work from home, but I've been doing it off and on for about six months now with not even a peep in the wrong direction from the co-workers, so I have to assume they're OK with it.

Oh, well. That's my stress point today. A drink with dinner after class helped a bit, but now I'm worried about it again.

I'm going to sleep now (5:45 AM), hopped up (down?) on Benadryl, and I don't think I'm going to set my alarm. Which means I'm probably skipping class in the evening and working, instead. That's actually a really happy thing. That class can burn.