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|tinaker (profile) wrote, |
on 8-27-2004 at 2:15am
|Subject: A fourteen minute interlude to a life less tickled than yours.
|Listening to music so blaring through my headphones I am getting complaints from the next room; sitting here in my boxers with an insatiable urge to code.. to code.
And I have a headache.
Soda? Undereating? Not enough exercise? Not enough sleep? Perhaps, all of the above.
And I want to code.
It's a habit I'm getting back into, typically derived from the absence of a life. I'm so unfortunate to let a great friend go. I have an address but somehow convinced myself it's not worth bothering over. It takes pieces of me away but I know they no longer appreciate me, so.. it's ok if I let them be. It's ok.
How unfortunate all of this? I have others in mind I let go. I wish I didn't always act the way I sometimes do.. I shouldn't try fitting humour into this. It's really not funny, really. From a madman's point of view, certainly.
Perhaps it's just the mood; the moment. I'm entirely motivated to code. I wish that desire could replace the lack thereof in life itself. Bad habits just get the better of me, what can I say? Should I post disclaimers everywhere for people to see before they get to know me? Or would my words go wasted, because there will always be someone who will think it can't be that bad, that I can't be that obvious and open to my mistakes and personality flaws. But, no, really, I am. I detach. I get bored. I fall off the face of the Earth.
It's all my fault and I'm perfectly content to admit it. I deserve to miss some people, I got what I got.
I had an idea for Legends of Elanathia, which forever from now on will be abbreviated, to make a Necronomicon inspired area. Oh the humour in THAT.
It's just the mood.