On having no code to show

But that doesn’t mean I was’t trying

I am tired. It’s been a long day. And I am going to hate myself at 5am tomorrow.

But I was in a code groove so I’m up late. Except I have nothing to show for my hours of work, except my ridiculous print debugging methods which are very scientific.

And my tweets on the matter.

It seriously is tho.

I was going to maybe write about what it was like to be raped, and how maybe that event created a chasm in my identity, and now I’m stuck trying to integrate all the various people I’ve become trying to survive … but then code happened.

WHO CARES ABOUT TRAUMA WHEN THERE’S RECURSION.

(No, but everything is still really hard.)