Why can't I do this?
Because it's after a certain hour.
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Why can't I do this?
Because it's after a certain hour.
If I get tired or I go too long without food, I can't concentrate on programming. Sometimes going for a walk helps. It's bad to be on your ass for great lengths of time.
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Because it's after a certain hour.
Gotta watch out for those certain hours.
Certain hours and certain women.
I feel a hard-boiled detective story coming on. It's a noirish kind of night.
Gotta watch out for those certain hours.
Personally, my issue is with the UnCertain hours. "Is it 2am? I can't see.. Fuckkkkk. No, the alarm is going to go off in ten minutes. Shit."
It's bad to be on your ass for great lengths of time.
Most days do have breaks, I guess, where I go out for a seminar or something. But then I come back and I have to get started again, and the energy's gone. I really thrive on capitalizing on my groove, cause when I lose it, man, it's gone.
Certain hours and certain women.
Yeah. Why'd I have to go and get a new crush now, huh?
Personally, my issue is with the UnCertain hours. "Is it 2am? I can't see.. Fuckkkkk. No, the alarm is going to go off in ten minutes. Shit."
OK, I'm with you there. The uncertain hours should be beaten with sticks.
I really thrive on capitalizing on my groove,
You should have a t-shirt that says this.
Certain hours and certain women.
I feel a hard-boiled detective story coming on. It's a noirish kind of night.
It was late, and my secretary had long since gone home. But me, I was in no hurry to leave, because the only companion waiting in my dank apartment was the constant drip of the faucet that the super could never seem to fix. And then in walked a dame with a pair of gams that were illegal in 13 states. Fixing her bottle-green eyes on mine, she stalked over to my desk, opened her heart-shaped mouth, and said "I need your help! You see...."
Just watched Dodgeball on DVD. Alan Tudyk is a hoot as Dread Pirate Steve.
It was late, and my secretary had long since gone home. But me, I was in no hurry to leave, because the only companion waiting in my dank apartment was the constant drip of the faucet that the super could never seem to fix. And then in walked a dame with a pair of gams that were illegal in 13 states. Fixing her bottle-green eyes on mine, she stalked over to my desk, opened her heart-shaped mouth, and said "I need your help! You see...."
"...I'd really like to know more about voltage-gated potassium channels. Word on the street is there are different subunits, and they tetr--tetram--come together to make a channel. I also hear about a ball and chain."
My eyes lit up.
"I know my way around a ball and chain, miss."
"But can you help me? I'm so hungry for...knowledge."
"Yeah, me and my good friend PubMed, we can help you. What do you got to offer?"
Those bottle-green eyes, they'd never left my own. She dropped her voice to a husky whisper. "I'm sure we can work something out."