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Tuesday, May 7 2013
I wanted to try a different stimulant today to try to fill in the valleys in my sense of well being. I'd tried pseudoephedrine and that had worked well, but beyond that, there aren't many options in most household pharmacies. There is, however, Gretchen's prescription of Celexa. Taken as directed, it a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor, and normally doesn't have its intended effects until it's been taken for more than a week. I've tried it a few times just as the occasional pill and never liked it, but I will say this about it: taken this way, it's a stimulant of some sort. So today I took a 20 milligram tablet and then plopped down in front of the television, started an episode of Shark Tank, and waited for my caffeine withdrawal headaches to go away.
If anything, they just got worse. Eventually I was forced to brew myself a cup of green and white tea just to function. And then a miraculous thing happened: I found myself working with unusual focus on a job that I had been procrastinating: an e-commerce site for my client in Tivoli. He wanted to sell stickers online and thought it might be easy for me to adapt some existing code I'd written for selling file downloads.
It turned out that the code was not as easily adapted as either of us had initially thought; when one is buying products that are to be shipped, and multiple products are available, suddenly the e-commerce application needs to support things like number of items being purchased and bundles of different items, in other words, a shopping cart. But because of the weird combination of chemicals in my brain, I didn't see this as much of a challenge. Over the course of a few hours, I singlemindedly crafted a perfectly-functioning shopping cart system that stored its "basket" in the cookie and then iterated through it at checkout. If I cleaned it up a little, I could use this code to stick a shopping cart on any website.


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