Fin

It's time for me to take a break. I couldn't really produce much value lately and the time I invested was unrealistic. I would like to thank you all reading my posts, I hope you found something useful in that 0x10100000 posts this year.

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Good night, and good luck,
Peter

I don't know

I think I do this blogging thing the wrong way. By the time I manage to sit down and start writing my blog I feel one thing: nothing. It's an empty space.

Sleepticle

If you're wondering what the glob is sleepticle - it's the kind of article you write when you're sleeping. Literally my eyes are closed now.

Hm hm

Again a new Friday. If you've ever wondered what it feels like to experience time passing by quickly - I tell you. You realize that you're missing weekdays. Maybe the only time I wanted to skip time was at school. Meh.

Tipping point

There are nights when you think, maybe this is the night. The one that changes your life. Without you knowing it. I never forget those nights at high school dreaming about a better tomorrow. Hah, and it's better indeed. Oh brain, go home.

Speeding up

Recently I have problems with speeding up. There are quite some things to do. Projects, things to check out, learn - neverending list. How do you solve them all the fastest? Not like when you're rather reading the page numbers in the book instead of the content.

Decapitation

Classy day. So this bug I was about hunt down is around the last couple of days. Almost gave up many times, not because I wanted to, it's just the way project managers try to kill the last happy moment of your life. And then, out of a sudden there are accusations. All sorts of things you did. Like this one, that says: "maybe it's the new design". Yeah sure, a theme can break an external api service. I said it's ridiculous. You know. We all know that backend code is backend. But at the same time you're desperate and want to satisfy them. So you just change the theme to show them it's nothing to do with design. And then blackout. It fixed the issue. What? How? Oh Lord, not now. You change back and it's broken again.

Eaten back to life

I really should have slept the whole weekend. It's Monday and I'm dead. I almost passed out after the wonderful english breakfast. Some joy just simply comes with consequences.

Where's your mama gone?

I went to a cafe, and then seen all those people passing by. Let's put it this way, it was a weird day. I've seen tiny people, people with strange shaped head. They were trying to convince me to put cream on top. It was actually really kind. But nah. Not that type. Started reading a book. Couldn't take any attention. Then the JS agile dev book. No attention whatsoever. So I ended up in my fantasy world, with hipsters, cafes, romance and rock and roll. These worlds, I love. They have special things. Like grunge music. And then out of a sudden the radio plays the fat white boy's song. Jesus Christ.

Take me to Mordor

I was smart enough to take an iPad and sit on the brightest place in the cafe, where the Sun shines the most. Also it was hot. And my walk speed is just too high to prevent me sweating. All I can do is hoping that future's nanotechnology has something that makes me less like an animal.