Dreamless sleeps are boring. B-O-R-I-N-G. Really, for the last 4-5 months I have had some amazing chill-down-the-spine horror shows and now everything is just black. Sleeping has become such a waste of time and a damn boring activity. Then again I slept for nearly 10 hours. Half my day is wasted already.
I like debugging someones code. If the program is in Java that is. Still, it feels like a challenge and by the way the code has been written, it feels like am knowing the person. I was actually looking at some code yesterday and half my deductions about the author (whom I don't personally know) were true. It was a very clean code written very patiently keeping lots of things in mind. Because there were some places where there were clutters and felt that the person was in a hurry. It turns out that he was flying to Switzerland and thus there were some dirty coding.
Nice discovery.
Today is officially the last working day of this year so whoopie!!! Not that it matters much anyway. :-) I got an SMS yesterday which says that next year we are going to have maximum holidays. And no national holidays fall on a weekend. And thats a relief seriously.
Planning to buy works of Kafka. He has a weird way of writing.
Well, here is a theory. Analysis of the books (call it dissection if you want) are done on all kinds of weird books and one fine day it becomes a critical acclaim. If someone wants to get famous then all you got to do is write something that no one is going to understand or you have a panel of critics reading it so that they can put a ban on it. Then its going to be famous. How do you think Salman Rushdie is surviving?