I stayed up late night to work on a project, which is in that "last 10%" stage where everything takes longer and yields less than in the beginning. There's few surprises of a pleasant nature.
Then, today at working I dealt with working out auth for another Google API. Google auth always changes, there's always three ways to do something, and you always have to dig in and try each way because they never make it clear whether or not something will work for you. Once you figure it out, it's behind you, but I have become intolerant about wasting portions of life.
Speaking of which, I thought it might be fun to go on a work fishing trip. Only now, the day before, has it sunk in what it will take to be there at 7 AM. Also, I'd kind of like to spend tomorrow alone now.
I don't know for certain why a few hours or a couple days misspent bothers me so much when I used to be whatevs about that stuff. The simple answer could be oldness.