September 19, 2017
good coffee makes me extremely mature, rolling on the wood floor left elbow on a floor pillow swearing and saying "boo-boo
—boo-boo-boo" as I try to understand this custom websocket protocol.
it's the true synthesis; the coffee is the swearing, the congee the comfort; adult reasoning / despair; ("why don't any of the standard libraries work") involving a deep theory of mind ("oh wait is this raw GPU memory") devolving to an infantile ability to accept the world as it is ("boo-boo") and seek to grow within and through its restrictions ("
boo-boo-boo")