I spent time today designing and writing (but mostly designing) C++ code. C++ is such a delayed gratification language. All that design, then into pseudocode to get an idea of what methods you need, then writing out the methods in the header, figuring out what should be public, private, and protected (by gazing into the future), then writing allll the implementation code for the methods and THEN you get to actually write a program. All that program writing tired out my brain, like a weary muscle. I mean, exactly like that - my brain had exactly the same feeling as a leg muscle asked to bicycle uphill too fast. Attempting further concentration became more difficult, and I could maintain it for shorter and shorter periods, till I had to lie down and think about nothing for a while.

So I spent most of today alternately thinking, writing programs, and lying down not thinking of anything. As I sit here now preparing to wind up the day, mouth full of flouride, the only thing that really comes to mind is fried rice. Delicious, fluffy, fried rice. You know, according (repeatedly) to the hippies at Evergreen, rice and beans make the "perfect protein"! I'm not sure what it is perfect for, but the tone in which this revelation is delivered makes it sound like it is a sin-free, nourishing food which just happens to cure cancer, impotence, and AIDS, takes off 2-14 inches from your waist, enlarges your penis (or boobs, if ya got em) by 3-6 inches, and in general grants you nutritional and moral superiority. Brian sounds like he's pretty sick of hearing about it. Maybe the perfect protein really IS perfect. Affects your mind, cures you of the weariness caused by being the same person every day in and out, facing the same old obstacles and injustices everywhere you go, frustrated by your inability to communicate what you really need to say to the people who need to hear it the most! But if that was the case, then it wouldn't just be people who can only afford to eat beans and rice every day talking about how great it is.

Yeah, maybe the word "perfect" is just youthful zeal on the part of college hippies. That word gets a lot more mileage than it merits. How many perfect things are there, really? Can numeric things be perfect? Is 4.0 a perfect GPA? No, some folks have slightly higher than that due to eXtreme extra credit, and perfection is the ultimate acheivement. How bout a perfect bowling game? Well whatever, the word is starting to look weird to me and I'm obviously running on a very fatigued brain.

I'm a perfectionist
and perfect is a skinned knee

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