Ghostbusters is out fairly soon, now.
I wonder how bad it'll be.
I'm scared by the music, and clips that I've seen.
It doesn't look like it's for me.
I'm trying to find you.
I know you're here, somewhere.
I need my black trousers.
They're my favourite pair.
Coding while you're half asleep,
Is not a fantastic idea.
When you check all your code in the morning,
and it's ten times as bad as you'd feared.
Every day, something changes.
The world doesn't ever stand still.
And if you leave your alarm clock ringing
it'll hurt your electricity bill.
The journey is over.
What stories they'll tell.
Your games will continue,
But for you, it's farewell.
Saturday night is over.
Sunday has only begun.
Except that it's already twenty past twelve.
And there's oodles of stuff to be done.
Staying awake until late in the night.
To get all my coding completed.
But it never quite is, there's still more to be done.
I give up, fall asleep.. Quite defeated.
Today I should code.
But what will I make?
Perhaps I should try
to code me a cake!?!
I'm not quite sure where
all my energy's gone.
I wish it was here,
as my coding needs some.
Keeping yourself healthy is tricky.
There's so many things you should track.
Like managing your intake of liquids,
And all of the vitamins you lack.
Falling through the vortex
at a milllion miles an hour.
I know that I should slow down,
but I haven't got the power.
I'm watching a livestream.
He's shooting a lot.
My coding is straying.
The spaceman has landed.
Now what will he do?
I bet that he's desperate
to use a real loo.
Trying my hardest to code all the things.
My projects are all getting scattered.
I no longer remember which ones I've completed.
The current idea's all that matters.
Something with jumping,
I think that's what it'll be.
But I've no plan, though.
We'll just have to wait and see.
Frantically hunting to find out a way
to render my frames out to video.
It seems like it's something that would've been done.
But I don't think that anyone's tried it before.
The moment's arrived.
The day that I've feared.
I've coded too much,
and I'm out of ideas.
Here comes the rain again.
It's always just the same.
Another day that I'll stay in,
Writing yet another game..
Typing away at the games that I make,
I lose sense of time, and my coffee gets cold.
I code for a day, then a week, then a year.
I look in the mirror, and damn I've got old.