Rampidbyter Rampid byter: A byte of my .Net developing life.

There are some days that are a little rough. I had one of those mornings where I woke up so disoriented I walked into the door way exiting my room, tripped on the cat, and realized I was out of towels so I’d have to go down to the basement. That means dealing with stairs, keep in mind I ran headlong into the doorway. Why was I like this? First I stayed up incredibly too late reading a book on Framework design through patterns/idioms/guidance. The book was decent, not great, but shed more insight into the mistakes made on the .Net framework than it did expand on building an actual extensible framework.

Really it felt more like a basic how-to make your programs so that other developers can work on things you create kind of book, which is if you’ve read any other intro programming book out there covers the first seven chapters. I haven’t gotten to the ‘meat’ of the book, but I’ve just felt like the authors are going on a long trip down memory lane. The core of the book is paragraphs marked ‘do’ or ‘do not’ with bubble paragraphs floating around like some type of ghost conversations/insight from other developers reading the same fluff you are at the same time.

Anyway, that took up most of my night, at least till 1am when I finally turned off the lights. I woke up shortly with a blazing noise of the alarm at 5:30 to trigger the next day. It’s at the first ‘welcome to consciousness’ moment that I’m eerily reminded of the summation of every morning ever hatched while in school. All 19 years I’ve been in school. 19 years of waking up at the butt crack of dawn after having spent more than my share of staying up till the clock says AM. Keep in mind I have no problem waking during AM, but I’d prefer not to be awake after going to bed in the AM. This whole staying awake then waking while the clock says AM is not cool.

I am still awaiting that freedom I thought I’d have after high school where I could be a night owl, and then not have to worry about doing something until I was good and rested at noon. Nope, those are dreams, at least in my life, and I’m still waiting for that great freedom. I guess I’ll have to work even harder to get to that point, but I’m afraid the way it looks I’ll be 60 and retired when it comes true. I’m too lazy for life to be this hard. I wonder if I can out-source my job and get paid to mess with computers… hrm.