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It seems like forever since I last really achieved something. I suppose programming achievements don't count; they aren't real, they don't matter. Like all programming, it's just scribbling with chalk on clouds of thoughts, or something therelike.
The biggest problem of a lack of achievement is getting to sleep at night: your body wants you to, your mind wants you to, but something inside you says that as long as you're awake, the day is not wasted; there might be more happening, if you can just stay awake ten more minutes, there might be one e-mail sent (or received), one phone call or SMS arriving, something - anything! - which will make your last 15 hours on earth worthwhile in some small, but locally significant, way.
This almost never happens.
Phrase of the week: It's turned out nice again! Lovely.
Labels: boredom, pointlessness, today, underachievement
This post was posted by Unknown at 12:17 am
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