On Tuesday, around Midnight, I sat down at the DW to start in on the coding for a Thing. Just an hour or so, then to bed was the plan. Coding is still difficult for me, yet fascinatingly wonderful, and it hits all my Type-A Obessive buttons.
Next thing I knew, the radio in the bedroom was on.
First thought: Why is the radio on?
Next thought: Is that the sun? Why is the sun out????!
Final thought: O FUCK IT'S TOMORROW I HAVE TO BE AT THE OFFICE IN TWO HOURS.
Massive amounts of coffee and an unhealthier than usual number of cigs got me through the parts of the day that pays the rent. Though I was hallucinating at points, I don't think anybody noticed. Well there was that part where I burst into tears, but only three people saw that so it was good.
As of this moment of typing I've been up for 39 hours straight! Since I'm come this far I'm aiming for 41 before I crash. EPIC crash! And with hope, reporting to the day job on time and refreshed in the morning.
Note to self: Coding is like writing in a way. Once you get sucked in, there goes your sense of time. Do not, under any circumstances, do this again on a work night.
