Sunday, November 24, 2019

The beautiful breakfast

I’m thinking more and more that it’s important for me to start writing before noon, preferably between 10 and 11, if I’m going to actually record my thoughts. I still have some thoughts, but most of my morning musings have been lost by noon.

Yesterday I spent a ridiculous amount of time on the idle game, mostly hacking it. I also worked on my memory program, though it was really difficult to focus while I was working on the structural aspects of the program. Once I got into the actual programming though, it went pretty quickly. By the end of the day I made an important method and a corresponding test, and was satisfied with its functionality. I didn’t manage to clean the bathroom, nor did I read Japanese, so it was not the most productive day.

One of my thoughts from yesterday was once again to confirm how important it is to write my thoughts down. I’m really glad that I’m doing it, and I hope I can continue doing it regularly. But I’m skeptical that I will, because I was also really glad about going to the gym and felt completely convicted of the necessity and benefits, and yet I’ve now skipped over three weeks and have very little drive to return.

Oh, I went to Tsuruya yesterday and finally bought matcha capsules for my coffee maker. I drank the tea this morning, and it was even better than I had hoped. Furthermore, I made blueberry granola, and that blue with the matcha green was beautiful. Maybe in the near future I will take a picture of my breakfast, with eggs and tomatoes and maybe an orange. Very colorful.

After work today I’m going to try to finish my file IO methods and their associated tests in my memory program. I’ll also read some Japanese, and maybe send an email to Liberty about my transfer credits. Of course I’ll continue playing my idle game, but hopefully its days of capturing most of my attention are numbered.

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