Swim

Sometimes it seems as though I'm always biding my time, which isn't too far from the truth. I'm biding my time until I get well, until I graduate. When I'm feeling inspired, and want to work hard, it's always in anticipation of the future. From what I've seen/read/heard/witnessed, this is not the best mentality, for at the end of each day we all find ourselves trapped within the present, over and over again. It is difficult to escape, but no matter how many times you may ask me what I choose to do with my fleeting existence, my answer is truly "Just you wait and see."

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Turns out the worst work to be doing as you slip beyond the reaches of sanity and into the following morning is computer programming, as the very nature of the beast is that of madness, irrespective of the time of day. It is a world where two lines of code, identical both in syntax and in hexadecimal content, will lead to two completely different outputs, in brazen defiance of the causal structure you were led to believe lay beneath the unassuming surface of your computerbox. You have a midterm due tomorrow, but the bits within the beast won't have it: they have something far more sinister in mind.

Addendum 11/26/08: I wrote this entry one week ago, yet it seems to have only been two days in my restless mind. For all the merits of sleep, perhaps the most overlooked is that it serves well to divide the days.