Sat on the couch, iPad on my lap.
Scrolling through hundreds of tweets.
I wonder, perhaps, if I follow too many,
To read all of them would take weeks.
I only started writing these
to fill this empty space.
But now that there's so much of them,
they're needing their own place.
I tried to sleep, but no such luck.
Was woken by the garbage truck.
Which drove around collecting trash,
Whilst all it's little lights did flash.
Creating another new game.
They're starting to all look the same.
Moving the blobs round the screen with an aim.
The only thing changed is the name.
I wonder if my ISP
Could see, last night, what I could see.
Sitting for hours, endlessly,
uploading tracks in MP3.
Getting over flu again. This happens quite a lot.
I start my day as normal, but I slowly start to rot.
Coughing fits are frequent and sneezes must be caught.
I end up back in bed again, with tissues for my snot.
Why is it so cold, today?
I know that it's Autumn, but still.
I want to be comfy in bed where I lay.
Not wakening up with a chill.
It's looking increasingly likely,
that my calendar will be a success.
As long as I stick to the plan in my head,
and try not to give in to the stress.
I tried speeding up
some code that was slow.
But try as I might,
the damn thing won't go.
Trying my best to come up with good choons.
But the best of intentions is just not enough.
A musical mood is needed to work,
Or the choons that you make all end up quite rough.
Some days are meant for music.
Others are for code.
I still haven't quite learned which is which,
No matter quite how old.
My plan's gone awry.
but there's still loads of time.
It's not yet October.
Xmas Games will be mine!
Back to normal and coding again.
I hope I can get all this done.
My todo list is large, and my targets are varied.
With Music, and a new Xbox One.
Sat on the couch, relaxing away.
Doing nothing is one of my aims.
I guess I'll just sit and be lazy again.
Then tomorrow, I'll work on my games.
Trying my best to come up with ideas.
But nothing is springing to mind.
AL needs a rest from composing the choons.
But his tracklist is lagging behind.
With oodles to do,
and Christmas approaching,
I wonder how many
game ideas I'll be poaching?
My neck is cracking wildly,
I hope it's not a sign.
Perhaps it's just all losening up,
and nothing worse, this time..