life would be easier if it didn't suck, too.

[kaigou]

I ache all over, I managed to get bitten by a nasty spider (though it took me a day to realize that's what that ill-looking bruise/knot was from), my head hurts, everything is covered with a not-so-fine layer of drywall dust, I haven't written in a week (or more?), the rebuilt iMac is still under sheetcover with all the rest of the electronics to protect it from the dust, the paint color is just a bit too off to be tolerable, the ceiling is only half-de-popcorned, the entire living room is mostly in the dining room, did I mention I ache all over, every outlet in the room is hanging half-out of the wall waiting for drywall surround, ache too much to bring in the most recent drywall compound purchases from the car, and do I ache, do I ever ache.

On the other hand, for better or worse, about five hours of battle at least, FINALLY, got me this.



Yeah, so it doesn't look like much, but in between popping advil and wishing gypsum powder would miraculously fade like disappearing ink or something, and gnashing my teeth over lack of applicable examples in any online (or inbook) code, I had to apply logic and just freaking figure it out MYSELF.

foreach ($pov as $value) {
$value="INSERT INTO t_role (`chara`,`title1`,`pov`) VALUES ('$value','$sid','1')";
$result = mysql_query($value) or die(mysql_error());
}
$result

Which, fortunately, I did.

Tomorrow, back to de lovely popcorn and drywall.

Comments

[kaigou.livejournal.com]

Eheh, I have no idea, actually. I mean, I didn't even notice the bruise/knot on my left hand until possibly a few hours later (if I'm correct in assuming the spider got me in defense when I was pulling down the fake beams in the living room). Even at that, I didn't finally figure out it might be a spider bite until the next day, when I realized it just didn't match what I'd expect if it were from whacking my hand really hard with the hammer or the crowbar at any point.

Which is rather unfortunate for the spider, since that's just a total lack of drama. Then again, the last place I want to leap back in horror while holding a heavy tool in each hand is when I'm seven feet up on a ladder. Really no place to leap, and too many things below to get damaged by flying tools. Or a flying me!