Just like a paper tiger, torn apart by idle hands. Today went fairly well. I managed to polish up some of my poetry for the reading tomorrow, so hopefully that will pay off. Some bugs turned up in the program I'm developing at the last minute today, So I guess I'll be tackling them in the morning, hopefully I can take things easy and not be too stressed out to read.
I got hit up by some friends who are of the entrepreneurial streak and might do some good-size development for them, which could put me in range of my condo down payment. Living down-town here I come! It's all a part of my plan to leave the world of computers behind and focus on art and poetry. Crazily enough I have to program for a living in order to not program for a living. Who writes this shit called life? Can I get there job some day?
I got hit up by some friends who are of the entrepreneurial streak and might do some good-size development for them, which could put me in range of my condo down payment. Living down-town here I come! It's all a part of my plan to leave the world of computers behind and focus on art and poetry. Crazily enough I have to program for a living in order to not program for a living. Who writes this shit called life? Can I get there job some day?