#86 overcast downswing

You graduate 3 times, wind up with a broken ankle, 25 years downriver and still no job. I've been called gloomy, but more often optimistic.

I think I'll quit until my birthday, or until lent ends.

#85 Reason and Conjecture

My ankle is broken. It has been just under 1 week since. I nearly slipped in mass. Fun. Eoghan is still in hospital. Flaming tit was left instructions, but he ate them. With ketchup. He finished the ketchup and hasn't bought more.

Half moon. Only a few hours left to tackle the college assignment.

It's just a broken ankle. It's the apocalypse. Personally, it's the end of the world. It's really just a broken ankle.
It is very inconvenient. I'll be fine.

Time to choose. Wisely done. No regrets Mr. Freeman.

I'll be fine.

#84 Thems the breaks

I died on Monday and came back a blink later. My ankle is broken. My motorcycle is not damaged, though it would be best to have it checked.

My ankle is broken. It was an accident. I hit a slippy patch on the road. I hit a patch of gravel on the road. My back wheel lost traction. It bobbled. I aimed for the kerb. The front wheel bounced over the kerb. The bike landed well, albeit on my right leg.

My ankle is broken. I cannot walk without crutches.

I will be alright. There are challanges ahead. I think I'm worried. No adjectives. It feels swollen.

My ankle is broken and I'm wiggling my toes. It will heal. I think I could apologise to it again. Sorry right ankle.

Morphene is most interesting.

Accidents happen. After so many journeys, I suppose the statistics finally got me.

As is this blog, I must decide if I want to sail forth to health and forget about the mishaps or rue the day. Was Torment right?

Seo linn an ceacht.
Lessons rarely leave scars. Scars usually leave lessons

#83 Maybe another time perhaps

Ach, this code isn't being nice to me.

I put myself down easier than some discarded dog. Ruff, ruff, yeah, great.

That which confounds must have once confounded the confounder, or, we all start at square 1.

I stuck my hands together with bits of sticktape today. It was the most worthwhile thing I've done in a long time. Procrastination is surely an art form by now.

#82 Where's the fun in that?

I'll try my hand at comedy. 3 pages of writing seems to produce 2 good jokes, so it's a bit like gold mining in some ways.

I dislike coding because I can't play with it. There's no fun in it like there is in gaming. Gaming throws the fun right in your face. You don't have to work for it like you do with coding. It's only 3 weeks in and I'm already falling out of love with assembly. Bummer.

Here comes the downswing.

And coding is so not like lego. There aren't nearly as many shapes and colours with coding as there are with lego. Nothing I try with coding fits together either. I can't chew code. I loved chewing lego. I think I might have even swallowed a few bits. Can't quite remember. You can't swallow code. It's not for you. It's for the machine.