May 17th, 2006


well excuse me, pukey mcpukesalot

Vomiting, fever, stomachache, constipation, headache--yes! There is little doubt about it--I've caught the dreaded Dascomb Plague. It's nine hours before the All-Important Programming Project of Fate, and I'm too busy puking my guts out to code.

Can't sleep. I keep dreaming about doing nonsense verbs to imaginary code, like declaring x to be an attack variable. I can see emacs windows whenever I close my eyes. I vomit in the sink. It smells like Stevenson. I vomit again. I think I am coming very close to losing my mind.

I just want this nightmare to be over.
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