It’s raining. A much loveable rain smacking against the window.
You really see the advantages of rain at evenings when you’re sitting by the computer with a glass of juice and… No, nothing more now. It’s just me feeling like I need a smoke. I always need a smoke when im writing. I need a smoke when im drinking coffe, after i’ve eaten, when I wake up, just before I go out for a walk, etc.
It’s been raining all day, so my routine walks been pretty messed up. I couldn’t go to work, from work and i couldn’t take my evening stroll around town. A man should be able to stick to his routines. It’s not that im afraid to go out in the rain, it’s just that i don’t know if i would have the strength to swim back.
As you might have noticed, I don’t really have anything to say today. Well, i did work a little overtime today. I needed to feel like a programmer. I needed people to stop by my computer and say ’Wow, how do you know all thoose things.’
I never have time to program much on regular workhours somehow – strange, just two years ago my main duties where to do some programming, and now i find myself in the ugly world of advertising.
That’s all for this pretty lame post, but I’ll finish with a quote, so you haven’t totally wasted your valuable time:
“If you can’t lower heaven, raise hell”
av Max @ 22:21:54 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)
Rain
It’s raining. A much loveable rain smacking against the window.
You really see the advantages of rain at evenings when you’re sitting by the computer with a glass of juice and… No, nothing more now. It’s just me feeling like I need a smoke. I always need a smoke when im writing. I need a smoke when im drinking coffe, after i’ve eaten, when I wake up, just before I go out for a walk, etc.
It’s been raining all day, so my routine walks been pretty messed up. I couldn’t go to work, from work and i couldn’t take my evening stroll around town. A man should be able to stick to his routines. It’s not that im afraid to go out in the rain, it’s just that i don’t know if i would have the strength to swim back.
As you might have noticed, I don’t really have anything to say today. Well, i did work a little overtime today. I needed to feel like a programmer. I needed people to stop by my computer and say ’Wow, how do you know all thoose things.’
I never have time to program much on regular workhours somehow – strange, just two years ago my main duties where to do some programming, and now i find myself in the ugly world of advertising.
That’s all for this pretty lame post, but I’ll finish with a quote, so you haven’t totally wasted your valuable time:
“If you can’t lower heaven, raise hell”
av Max @ 22:16:28 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)