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I want coffee.

Well... It's been an odd day, what with family health issues (he still isn't dead. It's very dissapointing, as is my spelling), grocery shopping (how big a turkey do you need for six people?) and programming.

Lots of programming.

Without getting much done at all. More programming than I would like to do on a sunny day.

I think I've begun to understand the zen of programming. It is all about communicating. I want the computer to do something, so I write a program to do it. If I don't tell the computer what I want it to do properly, it will do something else. If the computer doesn't understand me, it isn't the computer's fault. It's mine, baby. All mine.

I spent an hour working on three lines of code, only to realize that there was an extra comma in the second line.

So what have I learned this time? Coffee is your friend.

Not mine, that crazy little bitch coffee. Stupid beverage just despises me, and torments me. Damn coffee.

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At the risk of starting a "I'm more pathetic than you are" ware of escalation, I once spent 8 hours trying to debug approximately 30 lines of code. Only to scrap it and rewrite it in 20 minutes and it running flawlessly the second time.

That was a hair pulling situation.

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