Well… I’ve done it again. For what I think is the 6th time in the past 8 weeks, I have been up all night programming, designing and generally working on my final year project. Not that this wasn’t all fun…

Oh Dear....

So, let’s see.

23:48 - I start work.

01:57 - About two hours later. I have written 4,000 words of my project report. In context, that is about 25-30% of the document. And in another context, I already had 3,400 words at the start of the night.

05:43 - Quarter-to-six in the morning. At this point, I had achieved what in computer science terms is known as a fuck-code, or a programming code of which 75% is pointless, buggy and basically stupid. The other 25%, however, was genius and created some really nice graphs. This pleased me.

08:40 - I had eaten breakfast. Unfortunately, I think the general wear and tear from sleep deprivation and coffee break at 2 a.m. were starting to set in. Breakfast news shows were starting to annoy me, a clear sign that I was in a great deal of self-inflicted pain.

11:36 - I was in uni, preparing for my meeting. It all went well once I got into my stride and I don’t think I came off at all sleep-deprived. My hair is inexplicable, though.

13:32 - I tried to go to sleep, I really did. But James hasn’t shared his TV yet, so I have no mindless comedy to watch. Ah well, I’m sure it will catch up with me eventually.

Night-night all, night-night.