I just had my first morning coffee-shit. Im not going to define what that is because i fell it deems a certain sense of mystery. Instead i will only imply a wink to those caffeine guzzling "in-the-know" office workers that have been able to rely on that 15 min block of time every morning, so accurate that you have an outlook alert reminding you of your impending bowel disaster.
its clockwork.
Not much of a blog entry i know, but it hints at my current state in this metamorphosis of becoming one of you people.
The hands of his watch proudly displayed the time over a large emblem that read “1 GB”. It was 9:45. Hardly early. Demo began to sit and think about a mantra he regularly proclaimed all those late nights forging something form nothing in front of his computer; “No Rest for the Wicked”. He hadn’t been wicked lately. Going to bed at midnight, waking up at 10am. His actions were that of a lazy house cat. But all things come to an end.
Recently, Demo had scored a job writing code for a datacenter and Monday was his first day on the task. Its funny how a mundane task such as getting up at an early hour can be so exciting to someone who hasn’t dealt with an hour so early in over 5 years. The idea of beating the sun off the line, and working out of an office on State street (down town Ann arbor) was all Demo had wanted, and more. His high caffeine, low sleep diet had returned, and so did the spark. He had gotten to comfortable with no bounds to restrain him.
i was wrong. tomorrow came and went, and now yesterday seems like forever ago. It seems i've lost the insanity i once charisised so god damn mu8chy. I need to regain what once was mine. My friends are all in boxes, and i assume have had their hand in my lost grip of the etended reaches of my mind, so i shall unleesh them out of fear of becoming normal. Perhaps them, my army of delicate soldiers, will reform my brainmeats. One can only hope.
Today i build. Hopfully i can construct a working NED for to keep track of my plans. I need a place to scribble my thoughts, and it seems the old NED lay in ruins. It has been re-built to many times, and requires a complete ground up type go. This will be the last post on the old site, as i need to motivate myself, and coffee + beethoven will only take me so far.
Thus the site.
"I have never thought of writing for reputation and honor. What I have in my heart must come out; that is the reason why I compose." - Beethoven
